I planted the clover seeds on a Sunday. They had sprouted by Wednesday! Amazing. Very happy about it too after all that work.
It's been such an interesting few weeks since getting the new car. There are so many details in unplugging your possessions from the system and plugging in the new ones. It's hilarious on some levels but I haven't gotten in touch with the comedy of it that much.
The upshot is that over this time I have been doing all kinds of small administrative and infrastructure chores inside and outside of my domain that it's hard to feel a sense of accomplishment. All I can say is 'I puttered'. I fiddled my way through chores that take 15 minutes, but that needed to be done to prepare something or another for winter, or wrapping up my fiscal year in my books and opening the new ones. Taking down the shade cloth out in the chicken run that was preventing the sun from frying the little lawn I planted out there. For some reason, the angle of the ground matches the highest intensity angle of the summer sun which combines somehow like a magnifying glass on that area. My strategy worked however. The grass looks good.
This morning, I did the final puttering on Sir Isaac and affixed his shiny new license plates that came in the mail. We are now officially street legal. 🚘😊
So, I find myself casting about around the house for my next project. I think the most likely candidate is to clean and organize the Room of Requirement. It's gotten pretty chaotic back there and could use a good vacuum. This is not puttering. This is a day's work!
While I was clearing up a flowerbed out in the chicken run yesterday, I found a very unexpected and welcome surprise. There, on a withering sweet pea vine was one last sweet pea blossom. There haven't been any for at least six weeks since the heat of summer does them in. It smells most specifically of Spring, here in the Fall. This makes it magical in my mind...
I stop to smell it every time I walk by.
As I was headed out the door this morning for my walk, I caught the frogs headed toward their new favorite place. My mailbox. One jumped out a few days ago while I was fishing my mail out of it. I don't know WHAT is up with these frogs.
They look like cat burglars. 🙄🐸
Anyway, here we are. I'm waiting for the rain to begin. The sky is all gray. Bruce is keeping the house warm, and I don't have any puttery things to distract me today.
Perhaps some hot chocolate is in order.
