Maybe not?

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Oh, I'll finish the garden.  A trip to town, though, seems unlikely.  An hour and a half, or closer to two, of weeding and other work, with more to go... after a cool down.  Lots of water down the gullet, but with some care not to overdo it and get a side ache.  I did get some of the hoses set up for a pure garden watering hose with one of the nozzle attachments.  Ugh but those rubber hoses are monsters to haul around.  Loverly though, they will last.  I can't believe how long it takes to weed!

I do have the holes dug, and sprayed water into them ahead of time, for planting half of the things.  I weeded for as long as I could, but wanted to push on.  Spading a bunch of holes is a different process, and easier.  It's the bending that gets to me.  Not my knees, my middle.  When I collect, I don't go small!  Ho, ho, ho?  Shush.  After a bit of cooling I'll plant, then do more weeding, then dig for the next round of planting.  At which time another break will be in order.  Then planting and setting up for watering tonight as a last set of chores.  Well, aside from watering itself.

The plants are looking good.  And I have been keeping the weeds out of the good plants, so that isn't a problem.  I wanted to work right in the heat of the day.  I won't say I'll do that every time, but I would like to do it more often.  Call it Burning Man prep.  While I have an idea of what to expect I am not sure I have anything close to a full realization.  Any prep is good, I suspect.

D.C. asked about an old small sofa.  After thinking, I might consider one of mine.  The thing is it is leather, black leather, and a bit overstuffed.  It is old, but it is one of a pair, the smaller, that I actually use.  I have been thinking, depending on room, and with the possibility of getting a cover for it, it might still work.  I'll let him think on it, if I can find a cover of some sort.  Black leather in 110 degree heat wouldn't be my idea of a joy.  A white, or natural perhaps, cotton cover might help that, and ease my mind about taking it.  Just... a thought.  Oh, but it is quite light, which would be decent if it might need to be staked down itself.  *whoosh*

As good as I have been recovering on heavier, even longer, days, I think I can plan on, and reasonably hope to make it happen, on a trip to town tomorrow.  Amazing how much work even a small garden is.  It is a beautiful thing, though, too.  Watching things grow, protecting them, watering them, tending to their soil needs.  A smaller notion of a family, like pets only with a bit more work involved and shorter term.  Sam has been loving having me out with her.  Being mine makes her queen of all she surveils with me present, and she knows it.

Ugh, though.  That heat is a beast.  You would know the sun would come out in blazing glory as soon as I even thought about going out to work.  If that was part of the plan.

How about a little something familiar and yet quite different?  Well, some of you are rather young.




Later.