Buckwheat

Buckwheat seeds.

Went to bed last night thinking I needed to do something, and I had a list, certainly. Not until morning did I remember, the car inspection is due this month, and I do not wait until the last week. So, swallowing tea along with my disappointment, I threw on clothes and got there just as they opened. Sadly, one of my brakes is not working properly, probably just needs adjustment. Scheduled an appointment Saturday at the usual shop. At least emissions were fine.

Lightly sanded and thoroughly cleaned the wall, marked lines, hooked up the plumb, will mix paste and lay wallpaper maybe Friday, with help. Not about to do this alone.

Not getting to the compost today, left that for the weekend. Both cats got their outside time, Moby greeted and politely saw two dogs off his patch. An a woman from Cuba, apologizing for her English, petted Moby, and after a conversation about her dog and cat, got a big hug from me. Some people are fine to hug.

Thinned out the sunflowers, ruthlessly. California poppies starting to bloom. So much color. A tiny black spider making itself at home. And the perennial flower planted last year, that seemed to die, returned - looking lush and hardy.



And the hedge is taking shape. Looking thin, but it will green up in it's own time.