Mint and strawberries doing well after several days of rain, not minding the cool weather, nor the bitter winds of April. More warmth on the way, which I anticipate with both joy and anxiety.
Elegant Eleanor.
"Eh, leave me be."
"I like it here. It's private."
Conservation in the form of an LED bulb for the fridge. And my work compost bin. I work with a bunch of recyclers, so it gathers a lot of coffee grounds and peels.
Turned the compost today, and it was hot. Steaming away in the middle. Neighbor's chickens were visiting this afternoon. Funny wigs they were wearing. They are welcome, they eat bugges and leave nutrients in the form of shit, not to mention they are comical. I told them to make themselves at home.
Kinda like this.
Local marathon route nearly stranded us, only one path out, otherwise surrounded. I would have liked to have gotten out early, but... wasn't happening. Later, two men in running gear stopped, one picked up something from near the triangular bed, looked up at me standing on the porch, and balanced the rock on the cairn. I smiled and gave them a thumbs up, they waved and walked on. Strange, but fine.
Mike and dog Spike came by, I petted Spike. A guy with a shaved head but for two braids, scraped his shoe on the wood sleeper, walked on. As I weeded, he came back. I said "good morning" he asked if I wanted any bread. He had a couple of bags of baked goods. I said, "I'm good, but thanks." He walked on. Another odd moment. I've learned casual friendliness. You never know when you might need a familiar face, after all. Making friends of the street folks, to be a decent person first of all, then to have them see me as respectful, could be important. I'm learning.
Restless day, couldn't settle to anything. Weeded intermittently, put in buckwheat where the weeds were. Can't take something out without replacing it. Weeds are sturdy and persistent, filling gaps. Keeping ahead of them is challenging.
6 comments:
wise woman, you are.
A few days ago the further off neighbours seemed to be away, and the small troop of chickens I was successfully getting Elfie used to passing by politely were reduced to several piles of feathers scattered about the surrounding countryside, presumably fox got very lucky. They seem to be rather chaotic, trying to live a country life but not really bothering; their dogs, expensive well-bred ones, range and when they get run over they shrug and refuse to admit it, saying there wasn't a mark on them they must have died naturally. Now their teenage son and his mate are playing rather sinister commando games round the place that make us uncomfortable. We went to their wedding the first year we were here. Good neighbours are a boon, poor ones a pain.
pc,
Just trying to be teachable.
Lucy,
Careless people who should know better, very difficult. We have a lot of people living and walking through our bit of city who live chaotic lives for various reasons. Poverty, homelessness, mental health issues, drugs, age, immigrants. All mixed in with the middle/working class folks doing pretty well. I try to be a good neighbor to them, and hope for the best.
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My cat also sometimes sits on a chair that is pushed under the table. Certainly seems like a safe spot to not get noticed.
Phil,
It really is an ideal spot, from a feline perspective.
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