They keep on coming, these amazing zinnias. There are more buds that should open in the next couple of days. We are going to have about three days with warmer temperatures and then it will turn colder and, as I scan the weather forecast, below freezing temps at night next week. You know what that means…I bring in the plants for the night until the time comes when I give up the fight. But that won’t be for a few weeks.
Another one:
I did bring the in Boston fern for the winter. My other overwintered plant – the geranium – will head inside in a few days. I’ve had both of these babies for several years and they seem to be thriving.
I’m reading Richard Osman’s newest – The Last Devil to Die – and I’m enjoying it immensely. I’m working the jigsaw puzzle and it will be done in a couple of days. The next one up is from the same manufacturer, The World of Frankenstein.
Books and puzzles keep me sane in a world gone mad.
I’m going to mow the lilac side of the lawn today, if only to get some exercise. It’s not that big, so it won’t exhaust me. Don raked up a huge amount of catalpa leaves on Monday – catalpa leaves are quite large. All that wind over the weekend brought down a ton of leaves.
The event I’m attending is actually called Wonderland of Play – it’s in partnership with BlytheCon this year, but it’s not called that. WOP is run by a woman named Jen who lives about an hour south of me. She’s been an entrepreneur in the world of handmade designs and toys and vintage things for a long time. Her partners are two women who have shops in Brugge, Belgium. All of them are Blythe lovers. WOP took place in Brugge last year, it’s in NY/NJ this year, and it will take place in Brugge again in 2024. BlytheCon will be a separate event next year in Las Vegas.
I’m looking forward to it, but also dreading it. I am a true introvert and this kind of event takes its toll on me. I’ll be ‘on’ that day and then I’ll have to retreat for a couple of days. Lots of people, lots of visual stimulation, lots of driving, etc. I’ll also be one of the oldest people there. I miss the days when I wasn’t the oldest person in the room. That’s been the case with nearly every play I’ve coached in last few years, as well. I am a gray-haired older woman to all these people even though that’s not how I feel inside. Inside, I feel younger and thinner and fascinating.
Ah well!
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.
