Lughnasa Waning Green Corn Moon
A funky day. This morning found me on my hands and knees, on a garden pad plucking weeds from between the bricks on our patio. The whole back perennial garden has taken last place in the maintenance department as Kate and I have learned how to keep up with the vegetable garden and the orchard. That means it got a bit overgrown and weedy so I’ve spent a lot of time this week putting it back in shape. The Woolly meeting is a good spur, but I felt bad about neglecting it anyhow.
While doing this, I misplaced or lost a Japanese hand held weeder I bought Kate at the Seed Savers Exchange conference. When I say lost or misplaced, I mean I went upstairs for my cell phone and when I came back down, I could not find the damned thing. It was as if it grew legs and ran off into the garden or developed roots, turned green and hid itself among the lilies and the clematis. Very weird. Felt like I’d lost my mind. I have no idea what happened to it.
It was hot, too. I finished that work, fed the dogs and tried to get a nap in but the dogs began whining. They got me up at 6:30 a.m., about an hour to an hour and a half before I normally get up. I’ve felt sleep deprived all day, too.
I’ve not gotten as much work done so far as I wanted. A yucky no good no account day. On that note, I’ll get some sleep.
