Hostas are filling out in all the garden beds. I love them. I can imagine having a shade garden comprised of only hostas. There are so many varieties and they’re such dependable and sturdy plants.
It’s raining again. Sigh. Apparently there was a loud thunderstorm this morning before I woke up, but I didn’t hear it.
I’m a bit behind on my gardening “To Do” list, because of my sprained hand. I can only do the kind of thing that I can easily pull off with my left hand. Yesterday, I donned my “poison ivy clothes” and yanked a whole bunch of it. And then, later in the day, I used my pruners to trim some brambles/wild roses that had grown by leaps and bounds. I am going to have to ask Don to help with weeding the garden beds where I will soon sow zinnia seeds. And I will need his assistance when I plant the pots for the secret garden – which I plan to do in the next couple of days.
He is in charge of all the mowing. But I’ll soon be back at it. I miss it!
A week from today we’re going into the city to see the matinee of Mother Play, starring Jessica Lange, Celia Keenan-Bolger, and Jim Parsons – all of whom have been nominated for Tony awards for this production. We’re really looking forward to it.
I just heard some screeching noises and, sure enough, the two eagles are perched on top of my neighbor’s tree. We rarely see them, let alone see them twice in a week’s time!
Let’s see, what else? I just finished The English Spy by Daniel Silva. I’m going to return it today and pick up another Silva that is waiting for me, however, I might have read it already. We’ll see.
The peepers are winding down for the season. I guess their mating calls are no longer necessary. Last night, one lone peeper called occasionally – that’s it. I’ll miss them.
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.
