On yarrow.
On the clematis.
On catmint.
On Solomon’s Seal.
You know that I love to take photos of insect life in the garden. Sometimes I deliberately focus on the bug. Sometimes, as in the case of the clematis, I have no idea there is a bug there until I look at the photo on my computer. I love surprises like that.
I spent some time walking around the gardens taking pictures yesterday, in between yanking weeds, watering plants, and repotting the monstera plant in the living room (with Don’s help, that baby is big!)
It’s raining here today, an all-day-long steady rain. Looks like we’ll be indoors for the day. I’m debating cleaning the bathroom – well, not debating that one, it needs it – and cleaning out my dresser drawers, which are so stuffed with clothing that I can’t fit everything in there. We have one dresser each (Don’s suffers from the same malady) and one small closet that we share. That hearkens back to yesterday’s topic and walk-in closets. Never had one. And yes, I’d like a bigger closet. But it ain’t gonna happen.
Heck, we were just happy to have a half-bath upstairs right outside the door to our bedroom when we bought this cottage. In the rental we lived in for our first four years out east, having to go to the bathroom during the night required walking down the stairs, then through the living room, dining room, kitchen and laundry room until we reached the tiny bathroom at the back of the house. Try staying sleepy during that trek. It was bad enough 18 years ago, but now that we’re – ahem – older, the amount of travel that we would have to undertake during the night would be a giant pain in the tush.
I love tiny houses, but the thought of sitting up in bed, crawling backwards to the ladder-like steps, climbing down – visiting the bathroom – then climbing up again, and crawling (literally) back into bed is too much for this girl. That’s a young person’s game.
Happy Thursday.
