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Questions, Questions

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Yesterday, I started clearing out an area right below the kitchen window to make another garden bed. Yes, I know. I need the care of yet another bed like a hole in the head, but it’s an area that is always full of weeds and is right next to the entrance to the secret garden. It suddenly struck me that, instead of ignoring it, I could plant a shade garden there.

So I started pulling the weeds (there’s a lot of work ahead) and found the inevitable plastic bags buried beneath the ground, along with some nylons and some socks. Just how much trash is buried on our property?

I found part of a china plate. The gold design is raised. I have no idea how old it is and it’s in pretty good condition because it was inside the bag. No markings. Any idea about the pattern?

Don would like me to discover a bag of cash. Preferably a stack of $100 dollar bills  Somehow, given the humbleness of our abode, I don’t think that’s going to happen. But today I’ll start digging, so wish me luck!

The annabelle hydrangea is just about to turn white.

This plant grows on the far side of the house. It returns every year, and I’ve grown to like it. Is it a weed? I wonder, because it hasn’t spread and I don’t see it anywhere else on the property.

Those flowers will turn white soon.

It’s getting quite tall. Does anyone out there have any idea what this is? I’d sure love to know.

That being said, I’ve tried to be patient, but I’m starting to think my butterfly bush didn’t make it through the winter. I see a few leaves near the bottom, but I’m not sure whether they have anything to do with the actual bush. Do I yank it and buy another one? I would miss seeing all the butterflies who congregate there.

Questions, questions.

Happy Friday.

Beware of Shiny Objects

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Trump’s Executive Order is just a shiny object. Remember that. It has loopholes, and, in fact, Paul Ryan is bringing a bill to the floor of the House today that will allow for mass incarceration of immigrant families. Mass incarceration sounds pretty much like a concentration camp to me. Keep calling, my friends. I called my Representative (who I fervently pray gets voted out in November) this morning. And, there is no plan in place to reunite the children with their families. Parents have been deported, children have been moved to various parts of the county. How is a baby going to articulate his surname?

Trump’s MO: offer up something so egregious that any move on his part after that, no matter how substance-less, seems like a big improvement. I’m not buying it.

On to the garden:

The milkweed flowers are beginning to open.

Crown vetch, which used to spread all over the garden, is beginning to bloom. Crown vetch likes shade and when we lost a limb on the maple a couple of years ago, we lost the shade that the crown vetch thrived on. It’s still there in pockets of the garden, but not like it was.

I see a few bee balm flowers beginning to show themselves.

The bees are busy over in the spirea (and in the catmint.)

I mowed yesterday and am going to mow today as well. I have to get it done before the weekend, even though the grass isn’t all that long, because I might get stuck in jury duty next week. I’m hoping I’m not called or, if I’m called, it amounts to nothing. There’s a lot of my plate at the moment, not the least of which is that the show is ending in less than two weeks. I feel sadness creeping in, felt it last night, when I think of those lovely people, and the joyful experience they create every performance. I’ve never seen a nicer group of people and when I realized that when I watch the show on July 1st, it will be the last time I see them together, I cried. Don’s going to have to navigate a big change and although I can’t do it for him, I want to be there for him every step of the way.

Happy Thursday.

I Can’t.

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Pretty pictures:

Friends. I’m going to make this short. All I can think about right now are those children being wrenched from their families. I try to maintain calm, but my blood pressure is surely high. I cannot believe that this is what my country has become, that Republicans are largely silent in the face of these atrocities.

Make calls. Protest. March. Donate money. Do everything you can – loudly and for however long it takes – to put a end to this policy. And then IMPEACH THIS MONSTER.

 

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