Dear Diary . . . day by day

Mail is welcome.

Wednesday, April 21st, 1999

This Time Last Year	Garden Therapy. I am now a firm believer in working out your excess energy and troubles in the garden. Yesterday I had myself in a tizzy, worrying about a conversation David and I have scheduled for the end of the week. It may be a big ugly discussion, it may be a gentle nice one, but we decided that I shouldn't have to work the next day, just in case. But do you know how hard it is to ignore the fact that you both have done a lot of thinking recently and both have a lot to say? I keep starting to talk about my half of it, but since David refuses to speak his half until Friday, I have to stop myself. I want this to be a dynamic discussion. Anyhow, I was in high gear when I came home. Since Aron was on the porch with the guitar, he got an earfull from me chattering on about the garden.

	I pulled weeds for about an hour and a half in the shade garden. I didn't plant this one, so I've been avoiding it, but last night I needed something mindless to do. I pulled nutgrass out of the alyssum, and began hacking out a poor volunteer tree that's covered in scale bugs (eeeuugh). I found lots of slugs, but I couldn't bring myself to squish them, for some reason. Anyhow, by the time the sun set, I was feeling much better.