I have a few raggy looking peonies on my bushes, but they were very nice.
There are even a few "pretty" blooms let, those that haven't faded or started to dry up.
The hot pink are my favorite!
Hydrangeas are beginning to bud. Those are always so splashy with their huge white flowers.
And then there's this. This is about the full load of my strawberry crop. There should be more. There are two problems. The first is that the black-eyed Susans and sweet peas have spread (which is a good thing) but they block out the sun (a bad thing). The second is that Skippy the Chipmunk (or birds) pull them off the vine, take a bite, decide that's enough and leave the partially eaten berry on the ground. If they're going to pick berries, they should eat them!
I read my grandmother's journals. They lived on a farm and grew tons of berries (which I picked often as a kid). One entry mentions they picked 55 quarts that day. I'm lucky if I get two.
I can't seem to get enthused about much of anything these days. Malaise? Melancholy? A big sinkhole? The house is a mess, piles are out of control and I just look at it and think "someday." This is not a good thing. I still get very tired and wonder if it's leftovers from my infection or the meds or just ... tired. At least I'm not the only one. (Or maybe that as I write this, it's 95 degrees out.)
I did get out to see our Summer Circle Free Theatre production of "Pippin." It was wonderful to see so many people out enjoying the show on a beautiful June evening.
Pippin's creed. And of course, trying to live the extraordinary life doesn't always go well!
I'm having a love-hate relationship with my phone. I love having it. But I am having a continual issue with butt-dialing (though to be specific, it's less butt-dialing than hip-dialing, as it goes in the front pocket when I'm outside.) The other day my friend Carol drove up, a surprise visit. (We go back quite a ways!)
Apparently I had called her -- twice -- with the phone in the pocket as I was watering the flowers and all she heard was water (which sounded to her like gasping) and no reply from me. She came rushing over to see if I was all right. Now, that's a good friend!
Six days after his symptoms started, Rick is still testing positive for Covid, but feeling much better, mostly just tiring easily. I'm told that positive can hang around a bit, even after he's better. We canceled baby sitting for the toddlers this weekend -- a good thing. He naps (and often). They don't nap much at all. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be up for it, much as he wanted to be. And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be, either.
Meanwhile, I'm itchy to get north -- and not. I see the infectious disease doc next week so we'll see how that goes. And I get my crown placed and a filling the same day. Bad planning. Meanwhile, I think I'll grab my cat...
...and take another nap!