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RainbowTrout of Flourish
Aug. 14th, 2020 09:50 pmThe only dream I remember from a busy night of many dreams but only five hours of sleep is one about working hard to eliminate tiresome poison ivy. When the Sparrowhawk woke up in the morning, he asked me to have a look at the back of his leg. There was a spot that had been bothering him, and he was afraid it was a tick bite. I looked. It wasn't. It was poison ivy. He is very sensitive to it, and has had two HORRIBLE episodes of poison ivy, though that was years ago. I hope this will remain a tiny spot and not develop.
We went out for a walk first thing in the morning, before it got hot again. We decided to wear masks, because the last time, we ran into people, and felt awkward not being masked. It takes the edge off the pleasure of being out in the fresh air, for sure. But it was still worth it to see the bees in the big bright yellow silphium flowers, and the goldfinches hurtling across the green meadows like glittering sparks. I found out that the flower called sweet clover isn't actually clover. It's a member of the pea family. Which I could have figured out if I'd looked at the florets.
I watered my garden again, because it's so hot and not due to rain again very soon. I picked another batch of purple pod beans, and there are still lots of flowers, so I think there will be at least one more batch. We ate them for dinner, along with the lake perch that the Sparrowhawk baked in the oven. It was delicious. I sorted part of one box from the attic, before I got stuck. I put a few things for keeping in clear plastic sleeves instead of moldy 50-year-old mailing envelopes, and threw out a small stack of mystifying objects before the puzzle overwhelmed me and I had to put the rest of the box back for another time. I wrote a note and sent it with a birthday card to the sole remaining aunt with whom I can still communicate, who will be 91 next week. I wonder if I will survive another 20 years to have my aging nieces send me cheery birthday cards and ask me if I have tomatoes this year!
We went out for a walk first thing in the morning, before it got hot again. We decided to wear masks, because the last time, we ran into people, and felt awkward not being masked. It takes the edge off the pleasure of being out in the fresh air, for sure. But it was still worth it to see the bees in the big bright yellow silphium flowers, and the goldfinches hurtling across the green meadows like glittering sparks. I found out that the flower called sweet clover isn't actually clover. It's a member of the pea family. Which I could have figured out if I'd looked at the florets.
I watered my garden again, because it's so hot and not due to rain again very soon. I picked another batch of purple pod beans, and there are still lots of flowers, so I think there will be at least one more batch. We ate them for dinner, along with the lake perch that the Sparrowhawk baked in the oven. It was delicious. I sorted part of one box from the attic, before I got stuck. I put a few things for keeping in clear plastic sleeves instead of moldy 50-year-old mailing envelopes, and threw out a small stack of mystifying objects before the puzzle overwhelmed me and I had to put the rest of the box back for another time. I wrote a note and sent it with a birthday card to the sole remaining aunt with whom I can still communicate, who will be 91 next week. I wonder if I will survive another 20 years to have my aging nieces send me cheery birthday cards and ask me if I have tomatoes this year!
