Ed and Mike paid a surprise visit yesterday to start work on a new wraparound deck.
They tore down the old deck and put in cement posts for the new one.
The loam will be arriving in about an hour and a half for the back yard reconstruction project.
It’s Not the Age, It’s the Attitude
88 (or 89) year old Canton woman Ilse Horn was charged in the death of 4 year old Diya Patel.
Horn has an abominable driving record apparently unrelated to her age: 5 chargeable car crashes – crashes, not speeding tickets, although she has at least one of those as well – since 1982, when she was 61 or 62.
Gardener’s Diary
Lots of seedlings, threw some ancient (2000) calendula seeds in the garden.
Nice plant sale yesterday in Marstons Mills. Picked up 2 Chameleon ivy, 2 Forget Me Nots, a Rudbeckia that blossoms in the late summer/early fall, mint, a strawberry plant.
James and I won $15 with a couple of scratch tickets, so we went to ToysRUs to get an accessory kit he’s been wanting for his DS.
Finicky
I’m told cats are finicky.
My grandkids have, at times in their development, been finicky. My cat is something else. He has refined passive aggression around eating to a savage art.
This should be my cat’s food anthem.
Gardener’s Diary: Yardwork, Without Knees
Worked outside, with breaks, from 10 this morning to around 6:30 this afternoon.
Planted the astilbe, the foxglove, the two iris and a dozen or so bunches of lily of the valley that one of Peter’s neighbors gave us (two trash bags worth).
Peter and I hooked up with some of the neighbors for cleanup day. He and I put 4 bags of mulch at the entrance to Santuit Pond Estates and if I do say so myself, it looks terrific 
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Gardener’s Diary: Sailing and Groundskeeping
Robert and I lucked out: Mashpee Leisure Services is giving a Spring sailing class, and not only was there room for him, the class had been postponed for a week, so he didn’t miss out.
He’s in an all-boys group, and three of them live in Mashpee. One goes to his school.
After picking him up, I spent some time groundskeeping, something I’ve been wanting to do for a while.
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Gardener’s Diary
It’s been on the cool side and gloomy, which suits some of us just fine, especially since June – hotter than blazes for the last two years – is looming.
Busy day yesterday now that I think about it:
Found and planted some old nasturtium seeds.
CM deep-pruned one of the bushes in the front, and it looks 1000% better already. She offered to help with more pruning this weekend.
Locked myself out and Peter came over with the keys I’d given him only two weeks ago. While waiting, I did some long (years) overdue weeding in the back and afterwards, mowed. The back really looks like a wasteland now, but at least it’s no longer a potential haven for mice.
Davey Tree came back to CM’s for winter moth treatment, and they had time to do the yard here as well. They’ll give us an estimate for 11 Edgewater. We’re a little late this time, but they’ve got us on the schedule for next year.
Memorial Day
It’s Memorial Day. Last night, I tried to watch the National Memorial Day Concert in Washington, DC, but it was unendurable, becoming more maudlin and histrionic every year, making a day that should be dedicated to inspiration, respect and remembrance an occasion to feed on other people’s grief and suffering.
This time I got smart and recorded the concert, then skipped ahead to the part that has the most meaning for me at least, the splendid “Salute to Services”, in which each branch of the Armed Services is distinctly honored.
Gardener’s Diary – Seeds
Inspired by the magnificent stands of daisies and lupine at the new Sagamore flyover, I’m finally getting seeds in.
I used up a packet from last year of Botanical Interests Terrific Trailers.
Done
Others have completed the lion’s share of the work – in fair exchange for a lion’s share of the profits – on cleaning out the Milton house, but my truck and I were recruited for a couple of transfer station runs, the last of which was yesterday.
Fortunately, a clever gentleman managed to load everything on to the truck, and they took pity on me at the transfer station, allowing everything to either be dumped or recycled.
I’m just glad it’s done.