Over in the garden on the other side of the house.

Today? Mowing. Without a working front-wheel drive, it is truly a pain in the tush. We can’t send the mower to the shop right now because we simply can’t be without it during this unbelievably rainy summer. The grass grows very quickly, it gets way too long, and we can’t mow when it’s raining every day. So we have to be ready to mow when we can and – you guessed it – we’re supposed to have another deluge tomorrow, so today is the day.

I guess the positive, if there is one, is that I’m getting some muscles in my arms.

We have a hilly, uneven lawn, so that makes it harder.

What else? Not a whole lot. I have about 4 books here from the library that I can’t get into. I’ve tried, but they’re just not clicking with me. So I pulled out The Deptford Trilogy  by Robertson Davies. I have a new copy from Penguin Books and I’ve had it on my TBR pile for a while. I read everything by Davies about 40 years ago and I think he’s one of the finest writers ever. This is a reread and it’s obviously been long enough since I read it the first time to make it seem entirely new. I’ve written before on this blog about my love for his writing. And I’ve been slowly gathering copies of his books as somehow mine went missing over a lifetime of moves from this apartment to apartment, city to city to country. Plus, he’s Canadian and my Canadian roots are very strong. Three out of four of my grandparents were born in Canada, as well as my mom.

Speaking of Canada, I found my photo cube (remember those??) with photos of Gordon Lightfoot in concert. My friend Scott gave it to me long, long ago. I’ll try to take pictures of it when the light is good.

Stay safe.

Happy Thursday.

This beautiful bumblebee obligingly stopped to take a rest. Thankfully, I had my phone with me.

I did a lot of work outside yesterday, which involved trying to prune some of the bushes in the big garden bed because I could no longer get around them to tend to the garden. There’s still more to go. While I reacquainted myself with that overgrown part of the garden, I noticed that a deer had chomped on all the David phlox, which I rely on for late summer color. I’m hoping the phlox makes new shoots. I was not a happy camper. Deer tend to come around in the very early morning or at dusk. I’m going to be more vigilant about showing them the exit. We’re usually up by 5:30 am, but I suppose 5 am would be even better.

We also put some netting over Don’s experimental vegetable garden. I’ve seen our curious bunny friend in that stretch of garden. We’ll see. Don has alway said that he’s doing it for fun and he’s not invested in it, but that changed on Saturday when he discovered lots of green things emerging from the soil. I hope he can at least harvest some  of it.

There’s still a lot more to be done out there, but today, I rest my back. I’ve noticed certain sections of the front lawn are turning brown. No rain will do that. I do see a chance for showers tomorrow and later in the week, but I’ve become cynical about rain forecasts. I admit it.

Gosh, I’m really enjoying The Locked Room  by Elly Griffiths. I read a big chunk of it this morning and I might finish it today. War and Peace  is also riveting at the moment; there are many discussions about the plot on a daily basis.

The clematis blooming in the midst of the unkempt boxwoods. Another job on my list of chores.

I had a long talk with my sister on Saturday. It’s not my place to share anything, but her life has been hellish for several years and it continues to be, as the divorce is not yet finalized. I despise my brother-in-law. What I would like to ask of you: your prayers, good thoughts, and positive wishes for my sister. She is such a truly good person, always helping others, always giving. She doesn’t deserve any of this. I believe in the power of positive energy and prayer. She needs that.  Thanks so much, my friends.

And I hope karma has some payback headed my BIL’s way.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.