Yesterday was a busy and lovely day. I happily potted away on the porch, in the Secret Garden, and on the Funky Patio and Don, who had vowed to rest up, mowed the back forty. I still have some more potting to do, but I accomplished a lot yesterday.
Earlier in the day, I asked Don if we could take a drive to another town where a specific farm stand carried the type of lavender I like. So, after lunch on an 80 degree day (!), we got in the car and drove over the mountains (the long way) to this little town. It’s a beautiful place, with old stone houses. So picturesque!
We stopped at a place I’ve shared with you before:
Remember this great old cooler? I swear, that Art Deco lettering gets me every time.
They don’t carry a lot of plants, but I did find my lavender and Don bought some herbs, which I’ll repot. We drove back home the shorter way, which is equally beautiful. It was just enough time away. Perfect.
Given that the temperature reached 82, it was unseasonably hot and humid and it stayed that way throughout the night. We both had an uncomfortable night. When Don got up, the temperature in the house was 78. But it’s raining now and the temperature has dropped to the sixties. Of course, as seems to be the case here lately, we’ll pay for the high temperature with thunderstorms today and…you guessed it…high winds tomorrow. Can you hear my sigh?
All that being said, we’re grateful for a rainy day. We’ve been very busy and we need a day off.
I’ve started The Paris Library. I’m only about 30 pages into it and I know it’s a fascinating story. But after the beautiful, seemingly effortless prose and storytelling of Emily St. John Mandel, who manages to juggle several plot lines with grace and ease, the writing here seems labored and the introduction of characters and plot points clumsy. Don’t worry, I plan to stay with it, but the differences in skill and style are somewhat jarring.
Today? Some cleaning, some time with my new puzzle, some time with my husband.
All good.
Stay safe.
Happy Thursday.
