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Friday, September 26, 2003

It's a ghost town here. Are any of you lovely ladies around?

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

The hardest work a woman ever does is to smile when it's the last thing in the world she feels like doing.

Sunday, July 13, 2003

New post trial for today. Hope it works

Wednesday, June 18, 2003

I cannot believe how quickly the time is passing lately. Every night I think I will get time to sit down and write, yet when I do, I am so tired I can't think.

Sunday, June 08, 2003

There is something so absolutely lovely about waking up slowly on a rainy Sunday morning. I love to watch the rain drops slide down the glass, I try to track one drop for as long as I can. This morning I was alone in the bed. I could hear O in the living room making morning breakfast sounds, the clank of his spoon on the counter, the tea kettle gurgling. Fidel, that traiter, had leaped out of bed the minute he heard the fridge door open. I heard O slip him a piece of something contraband, probably a piece of hotdog or something.

These moments of peace are so fragile, I am almost afraid to breath.

Thursday, June 05, 2003

I told my husband today that I was going to relax and catch up on some stuff I had meant to get to. After classes today, that is what I did. I know that he was hoping that meant I would help him sort through stuff in the garage, but to me it meant time in the garden. As penance (self imposed) I started by weeding the vegetable garden. Since it is one quarter the size of our old one, it was a quick and easy job with the saddle hoe. Storm clouds were piling up in the distance and thunder was rolling around but there wasn't lightning, so I stayed outside all afternoon.

I had a boat load (literally) of plants I had dug up from the other house, peonies, lillies and a few other varitieties of plants that needed to get in the ground. Around each clump of lillies were other bulbs that had already bloomed this year so I just threw them in with any leftover dirt. Next spring will be a hodgepodge of color. I had saved newspapers all winter, so spread them around the plants in a thick layer, watered heavily, then spread bark on top of the whole mess. Lasagna Gardening makes the work go quickly and is good for the soil too.

Tuesday, June 03, 2003

It has been a busy two weeks. My family is back living with me again, and adjustments are having to be made. One of them is that I now have to share this computer, and my time. I miss writing though I am glad to have my family back.

link to CindyP A lovely lady died this week but she left these thoughts to share.

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