Gardens October 31, 2007
This week so far, I’ve been both very productive and very distracted. Productive in that on Sunday, I managed to get my front garden and back yard cleaned up.
You can see how oddly spaced the hostas were. Next year, I’m chopping all of them up into quarters, planting some around the deck in the back, leaving two in the front, and giving the rest away. The irises are also huge - I’m leaving one there and giving the other away. Then I’ll take half the shasta daisies from the back and put them in here, along with some cosmos, black-eyed susans, and other plants to be recruited later.
It’s kind of hard to see, but there’s another hosta plant at the back. It’s also pretty big, but not as big as the ones in the front; that one only needs to be cut in half. There’s also another iris beside it, and this one is bigger than the two in the front, so it’s getting divided too.
I don’t have much to say about this shot, except that the lavender plants are moving to the other side of the yard next year, where they’ll get more sun.
Other than that, it’s been hard to stay on track. I find myself starting something, forgetting what I was doing, wandering off to see what’s going on in other parts of the library, and then remembering what I was doing in the middle of doing something else. I haven’t had as much coffee as I normally drink lately, for reasons that aren’t important. It’s not the only reason I’m not mentally alert, but I like to blame in on that.
To top this all off, I’ve been having stressful dreams lately. They include:
~ Going to write a French exam, except I didn’t make it to the last class, so I borrowed someone’s notes. Starting to study, then realizing the exam was in half an hour, dropping the notes all over, not being able to find my car keys, and then finding the car keys, only to see my father pulling out of the driveway with my car.
~ Going to London with my sister, except we don’t have plane tickets or hotel reservations (we’re going to buy them when we get to the airport). I don’t have luggage or clothes to pack, so I’m frantically running around the mall to get some. Getting caught in a traffic jam, and missing all the flights to London.
~ Going to a restaurant with a friend (Hi Steve!) but all the tables are full or still piled with dishes. Finally finding a table, only to notice he’s been stealing food off other tables and the waiters are so angry that they won’t take my order, so I go hungry.
~ Going to visit a cousin [1], who’s working in Afghanistan (!!!). It’s as bad as the news reports say it is; we leave, only to find out that an hour after we left, my cousin was killed in a bombing. After this one, I wake up in tears.
It’s to the point I’m almost afraid to fall asleep and see what my brain is going to throw at me this time.
And just like that, I’ve forgtten where I was going with this post. Typical of me for this week. Sheesh!
[1] Oddly enough, after the previous dream, it was my cousin Stephen.
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