Toll

Sunflower, I pushed you off the walk last night. This morning you were back here, and I warned you it was dangerous.

"Mind you own business."

And here you are, crushed and broken.

"Harrumph."

I had to pull it, to keep the other unwary from tripping.

The bergamot is alive, but with some mouldy leaves. I'd forgotten to water the leek I'd rooted, but it's doing alright. The other onions are fallen and broken, partly from the night of heavy rain last week, although it may be a way to better disperse seeds. Who am I to judge? Either way, broken. Life takes it's toll.



Some I braced together, and they seem cozy.



Flax is blooming again. Transplanted the old strawberries in the unhappy place in the back, as well as the new plant from the nursery, with lots of chickenshit compost.



Inside, dust and clutter. Not that it would take that long to clear. The sore neck has not eased over the last couple of weeks, waking me this morning to get up and rub and drug up. We went to the Farmers Market this morning. I'd not been thinking of it, but as soon as I saw the chair massage tent, I thought "aha!"

She was very, very good. Excellent pain magnets in her fingers. Neck still very sore, but it's not all referred pain everywhere. Tiger Balm to the rescue. This will take a while, don't untie knots like that in a quarter of an hour.



Work feeling onerous this week, as the slack goes taut.

Cats still sleeping near each other, eating close (no touching!) a momentary peace descends. Neighbor dog Spike (with human Mike) stopped by as I was in the garden. Spike leaned in for a good scritching, in return for dog-comfort.



Poor red face.