|sunny days: garden, afternoon Tuesday
||[Apr. 2nd, 2005|08:20 am]
It's beautiful today, sunny and warm, perfect for the garden.|
I left Ryan on the couch again, after our lovely hot-dog picnic. He's a lot of fun, Ryan. Wonder what his long term plans are?
Pulling weeds, slapping the dirt off the roots, throwing the remains in the bucket to take to the fire pile for later. Can't compost weeds, like you can other plants-weed seeds like to grow and take over the compost.
The roses smell wonderful, the marigolds and violets pull vibrant color from the air and give it scent.
"Hi, Doug!" I see him everyday, going by on his bike, delivering the papers. Too bad I don't have good funding for this garden, I could hire him to help me. Maybe give him a plot where he can grow some food for the table? show him how to make it a real dense garden, lots of crops in one space...wonder if he'd like that.
"Meg, Please--Margaret is too formal. The roses are lovely."
"Thank you, Meg. Would you like one?"
"No, leave them where they are for everyone to enjoy."
"Right, then. How're things at the clinic?"
"Very good, today. I'm just on my way home from a staff meeting. Working tonight."
"Won't keep you then, Sweet dreams."
The sound of Fab's violin floats over the afternoon breeze. Lovely that it warmed up a little, this afternoon. Wonder what Ryan's been up to. Who he'll turn out to be in my life?
Wouldn't mind if he stuck around for a while. Wouldn't mind at all.