Plant the poppies in April. Everything else in May. Could do lettuce now, but I will wait - the ground too muddy yet. Flowers would have to wait anyway. Must prevent the box elder seeds from staying until they sprout - not pulling millions of those buggers out again this year.
I slept last night, but I am very familiar with the hamsterwheeling thoughts. This is why we have recorded books playing us to sleep at night. Bedtime stories, we call it "putting on talking." Seems to help both of us.
My only photo of beloved Gigi, the black poodle who loved me, and I loved back without reserve. She lived to chase her ball, and I was of just the right age to oblige for hours.
My Aunt Alma, my brother Bill. And me.
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Yep I had a black poodle called Mitzi! And I used to take her for very long walks in the suburbs of London when I was a lonely thirteen year old. This would probably be considered far too dangerous for a young girl now!
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Rosie,
I'm sure Mitzi herded you safely. Poodles have a poor rep, mostly because of recent overbreeding to miniatures. It's really a robust old breed, if kept larger and more mixed. Oh, and that silly haircut - which isn't their fault either.
I can't remember stuff very well. I always have to write it down. It's better memory training to speak it. I'll try that.
Jenny,
Have you ever read Eva Figes, The Seven Ages?
I still have decide what I'll be planting. Probably cherry tomatoes, definitely parsnips. I don't know what else.
What a dear little girl!
RR,
That's exactly what Aunt Alma used to say to me. You brought a tear to my eye.
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