That's a sweet pea flower in one part of the garden... I'm thinking the whole "mixed" package is pink unless pink blooms before all the others. Oh well, I like pink. pink pink pink.
The 3rd cord of wood is languishing in the driveway... it's hot out! Look at that thermometer, I mean really it's all the way above ... ok, so it's not nearly as dreadfully hot as all that. Nothing like what they're suffering in the midwest and the way east. It's only approaching 80 in really sheltered areas like right in front of my woodshed. BUT. I can't stack wood above 60 degrees, it's in my contract.
That is pure compost geekery! I stuck my meat thermometer in the pile... nearly 150 degrees of composting goodness. I have been getting coffee grounds and lettuce from the job (see below) that I am probably going to quit soon. Is it wrong to keep a job for the composts' sake? (yes)Got wood, got jobs, got summer... need more time? I think I need to quit the secondary job so I have time to paint the house (again, some more) make art for the fall fairs, make beadwork for Extreme Dreams (even though they're charging a higher consignment rate this year) and most importantly so I don't work with those bitchy girlz any more.
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I wish you could quit the job with the bad girlz too & spend more time creating. I want to see more of your art!
Thanks Dot! I will stick it out a bit longer, today was a good day and the most annoying one is leaving soon. One day at a time is a good motto!
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