A full and tiring week. Every day at work a BIG DAY. After a long stretch of slack this summer. It's football season, school is in, and bones are breaking.
We are trying to figure out how to deal with the windfall, squashed between IRA and IRS, unnecessarily complicated as per. Then we'll have to find contractors and... Yes, well, it'll be a process, but for an incredibly useful result.
I pulled sunflowers from the verge to put down winter rye. And the rain is gone, so I'm having to water. Goes against the grain.
Many of the sunflowers are seeded out, denuded by finches, still full of personality.
Some still flowering, and ignoring siblings.
Not a good photo, just to illustrate that they don't all face the sun.
Feeling scattered myself.
To continue the theme,
"The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity."
- Graham Greene
via whiskey river.
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Happiness , weakening in the short term , builds a kevlar vest over years ...
In theory .
Aargh, the neighbors and I finally grew one solitary sunflower in the front and were soooo happy when the bees found it. Several days ago, the mowers cut it down but left the weeds ... all of us were ready to march on them, let me tell you!
S&S
A tough core, after burning away the chaff?
Rou,
Sunflowers do keep the weeds down. Need to be planted early spring, or left over from the fall. Good luck for next year, the birds may well have scattered some. Mowers often do more damage than good.
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