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A problem with fascinating houseguests (in this instance, a carpenter with an international touring production) is how it leads to staying up with bourbon and turkey sandwiches while listening to him reminisce about the custom knives he bought in Japan and the diner we should have tried in Vancouver and the nonstandard rigging he sorted out for staging Wizard of Oz in three cities in Korea.
May was a blur of work, yoga, and gatherings (one wedding, one graduation, and a bunch of birthdays).
On the first day of June, I treated myself to a stand-up paddleboarding lesson. On the fourth day of June, I went swimming after yoga. Both days, it felt soooo good to be on/in the water, and I think my threadbare one-piece will last one more season.
I am in the middle of cleaning up one of the tulip beds in my front yard. Tennessee clay is as stubborn as I am, so excavating the bulbs for division is a chore. I confess to feeling grateful toward the moles for making it easier to transplant some of the hollyhocks.
Naturally, the one on the east side of the house (the side not visible to the public) is the one with the best show of blooms so far...
...but I'm basically thrilled with all the stalks that made it through the winter:
The tomato and pepper seedlings I was given in St. Louis are starting to bear fruit...
...and this week I harvested radishes:
Perishing hot
powder-melting days --
a tar-sting of ice...
[Subject line from Knoxville: Summer of 1915]
May was a blur of work, yoga, and gatherings (one wedding, one graduation, and a bunch of birthdays).
On the first day of June, I treated myself to a stand-up paddleboarding lesson. On the fourth day of June, I went swimming after yoga. Both days, it felt soooo good to be on/in the water, and I think my threadbare one-piece will last one more season.
I am in the middle of cleaning up one of the tulip beds in my front yard. Tennessee clay is as stubborn as I am, so excavating the bulbs for division is a chore. I confess to feeling grateful toward the moles for making it easier to transplant some of the hollyhocks.
Naturally, the one on the east side of the house (the side not visible to the public) is the one with the best show of blooms so far...
...but I'm basically thrilled with all the stalks that made it through the winter:
The tomato and pepper seedlings I was given in St. Louis are starting to bear fruit...
...and this week I harvested radishes:
Perishing hot
powder-melting days --
a tar-sting of ice...
[Subject line from Knoxville: Summer of 1915]
