Spring Waxing Flower Moon
It was out there tonight, the flower moon, a small crescent hiding behind the trees in the west, a promise, a sliver of promise, looking much like the cantaloupe I cut up this afternoon.
Plucked out old daylily stalks, cut down liguria and bug bane stems from last fall, stripped away dead fern fronds from the rocks and threw that ugly, didn’t work very well cucumber screen over the fence into the back. It gets moved tomorrow.
Tomorrow is an outside day. Bees, some weeding, some soil amending. I decided to follow a companion planting notion I found, but it requires a bit more thought before I put many seeds in the ground.
Finished Chapter 12 in Wheelock and headed into Chapter 13, but before I get there, I’m diving into Ovid again. The fun part.
