After staying up late and eating peanuts in bed (the bed is filling up with bits of shells and peanut skins) and showering this morning with the extra satiny and luxurious 64 ounce size -yes! ONE HALF GALLON!- of GRAPE shower gel I’m ready to start this day. And this is a special day for me: I begin the search for MULCH. Will I get bagged or a truckload? Cypress or hardwood? How many yards altogether? This is very exciting stuff and I am looking at temperatures in the high 50s towards the end of the week.
Rich will be off on his annual Come To Jesus golf outing so that means that for me, it’s the official opening weekend of the gardening season. YIPPEE! If everything works as it should each child will stop in for precisely one half hour to chit chat and present no major life crisis or need more than 25.00. They will leave happy and after that I will speak to no one. The sun will shine. Sophie and McCloud will snooze on the front deck. I’ll work as long as I want, quitting only when it starts to get dark. I will give the remaining 17.5 pounds of peanuts to the squirrels at the far back of the lot. I will make myself a wonderful soup full of spring greens- maybe a spinach florentine. Get a nice bottle of Chardonnay. Finish The Devil in The White City. Yes, it’s only Tuesday but I am SO looking forward to this weekend! The two pictures in this post are of our orphan ducklings we had last year at exactly this time. Yesterday, there were 3 mallards who looked to be about a year old down in front of the house; wonder if they were checking the address?