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Literally. As in, this turned up when I tugged at a mess of dead and live plant matter (tangled with curls of dried paint and mulch from two or three seasons ago) near the roses:
Once I get that corner cleaned up, I plan to sow mallows there, or zinnias, or marigolds (Rae sent packets of the latter two for my birthday). The Lenten rose (aka hellebore) looks great, and I'll be asking my mom-in-law for more after I finish reading the Emily Carr catalogue I borrowed from her more than a year ago. The fireflies are out, the peppers have started to fruit, and the zinnias are about to pop:
I missed this morning's workout with José both because of imminent deadlines and because my ankles were still twanging a bit from Saturday's samba and CalTwerk double. From the livechat:
There will never be enough hours in the day. Some mornings I roll out of bed and steamroll through work and working out and homework in t-shirts and pajama bottoms. Today I put on a corporate-appropriate dress and worked, twerked, and weeded in it (though I did shed the accessories before grabbing my weights). I have it together in some respects, but I also sent this warning before a meeting:
Harvested: some mint, some spinach, and a bowlful of vetch pods, the last in hopes of beautifying more of the yard with thatches like this one:
Once I get that corner cleaned up, I plan to sow mallows there, or zinnias, or marigolds (Rae sent packets of the latter two for my birthday). The Lenten rose (aka hellebore) looks great, and I'll be asking my mom-in-law for more after I finish reading the Emily Carr catalogue I borrowed from her more than a year ago. The fireflies are out, the peppers have started to fruit, and the zinnias are about to pop:
I missed this morning's workout with José both because of imminent deadlines and because my ankles were still twanging a bit from Saturday's samba and CalTwerk double. From the livechat:
YoFit: How r u peg?
Me: the usual: sheltering in place and tryna save the republic. and you?
YoFit: Gurlll SAME.
There will never be enough hours in the day. Some mornings I roll out of bed and steamroll through work and working out and homework in t-shirts and pajama bottoms. Today I put on a corporate-appropriate dress and worked, twerked, and weeded in it (though I did shed the accessories before grabbing my weights). I have it together in some respects, but I also sent this warning before a meeting:
Me: Hey, if you see me choking on my coffee, it's because I spilled Slap Ya Mama in it while prepping dinner. #TeamHotMess
Boss: That's quite the flavor profile.
Harvested: some mint, some spinach, and a bowlful of vetch pods, the last in hopes of beautifying more of the yard with thatches like this one:
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Date: 2020-06-09 06:35 pm (UTC)From: