Yee haw!
I spent eight hours answering emails, packaging and shipping jewelry and sorting some material orders today and when it was all said and done, I was feeling kinked. I hopped on my trusty bicycle (not quite a dapple grey Percheron…but it will do) and pedaled over to the post office, then down to my favorite antique shop for some haggling and finagling and then finally, oh-sweet-mashed-potato-Idaho-heavens-above, (Whatttt???), I made it to the nursery.
I love this time of year!
I used all five senses while strolling around the greenhouses. I ran my hands over plants, sniffed and nibbled on the herbs, took in the chroma-vibrancy laid out in all directions, I think I even heard the cellular hum of chloroplastic work. It was magnificent.
CONFESSION:
I knew I’d get carried away with my plant purchases, as my eyes tend to be larger than my available garden space, which is why I rode my bicycle instead of taking one of the trucks.
I did walk away with one ceramic mushroom (long story), a pineapple mint and a chocolate mint. Whew! RW will be pleased by my self-control!
Our springtime is winding down here and I’m trying to squeeze every minute out of every day and every ounce of love out of my man before he takes off for the fire season. Gosh. I can’t believe it’s already here again. At any rate, I’m going to treat this weekend like a weekend. Tomorrow there is cattle branding over at the Gilbert Ranch, the installation of a new fume hood in my secondary studio space, a movie with the lady friends, some tasty meals (if I don’t burn them) and some quiet times with RW.
I hope you bite off more than you can chew, this weekend,
and I mean that in a good way!
Cheerio!
JSL
Post Scriptus:
Post Scriptus:
I wore my swan, all day.
She’s so glad she’s mine.