Monday, April 17, 2017
waiting for the apocalypse
I've spent nearly all day for the last three days outside, like river days. Only on river days I was outside 24/7 though usually it was only 24/3 although I did a handful of weeklong trips or longer. I figured if these were going to be the last three days on this earth as we know it*, I would spend them outside tending to the growing things as if it was just any ordinary day.
Fortunately, cooler heads have prevailed, for now at least.
Friday Marc helped me shovel out the yard of dirt for the flower bed and Friday and Saturday I got it planted. So far...Cinco De Mayo rose, gardenia, plumeria, hibiscus, spirea, nile lilies, day lilies, spiderwort, and still room for more.
Sunday I tended to little things, repaired two wind chimes, repotted a few things, worked in the Little Backyard mostly. Gave everything a good watering.
Bees are swarming the cosmos and larkspur with the occasional butterfly and hummingbird.
*re Trump's evident desire to start a nuclear war with North Korea