Watered the roses, vegetable gardens, small grass “islands”, transplants and the corner garden. Fed Neptune’s to the shade plants.
Left a message for WeedMan to please take a look at the back lawn. Summer Patch?
Picked up produce at the CSA.
Watered the roses, vegetable gardens, small grass “islands”, transplants and the corner garden. Fed Neptune’s to the shade plants.
Left a message for WeedMan to please take a look at the back lawn. Summer Patch?
Picked up produce at the CSA.
I wouldn’t bet on Bernie Sanders’ staying power or the inevitability of his “revolution”.
The media created Sanders, same way that the media created Trump, and as with any media creation, Sanders is but
“a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing..”
I’ve been annoyed with myself for years for the poor placement of a very pretty grass, so I moved it today to create a vignette with the butterfly bush.
Laura and I sat in on the Evening in the Garden, which was about:
Wrote to WCAI and The Enterprise about the shenanigans at the SPEA. Found a sympathetic ear online and across the street!
Splurged on Roche Bros prepared salads for supper: so good!
I get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when someone calls their work associates a “team”.
That equals ass-kissing, conformity and exclusion.
As a woman, you can only be part of a team if you’re pretty or beautiful or at least cute. I learned that a long time ago, about 67-68 years ago, in fact.
This is part of what it means to be an American in 2016.
It’s a measure of this society’s sickness that mentally ill people like Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump are actually taken seriously as candidates for the Presidency.
I really hate people.
Changed the filter in “my” water pitcher. I like this “Total Home” brand, from CVS.
Planted the asparagus (9).
Made blueberry pancakes; drove R to and from work; transfer station; sheets and laundry; light shop; fish chowder for supper.
That’s the story of the June SPEA annual meeting.
Guilt-ridden, bullying fools.
Fung-Onil’d the little maple yesterday evening.
Cleaned up gone-by tulips and destroyed a wasp nest. Feel badly about that, but it was in a spot where people could get hurt.
It’s muggy and I had a rough night, moving slowly today. Uploaded new files to NEPS with filters for “callin”.
Chicken sausage, mustard greens from Pariah Dog Farm and asparagus from the garden for supper. Stopped by Woodruff’s for a photo exhibit opening, including work by our friend John Moore. Ron made it to the bank in time to deposit his check; good thing, otherwise my * would be grass for getting supper on the table so late (6:30).
FungOnil-d the roses (there are buds!) and the Eastern Redbud.
Finally remembered to put up tomato cages.
First CSA pickup.
Applied for a job.