| (My apologies...I never finished yesterday's entry, but it's now Sunday evening, and I think I should continue as a new entry. You understand.)
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| Flowers, herbs and vegetables...oh my! This weekend has been about the garden. David even said he found himself thinking about the garden, probably about the yield of fresh spinach, tomatoes, peas, basil, dill, chives, orega
no, peppermint, chamomile, sage, thyme (Engligh and silver) and watercress. Poor watercress - we read that they usually like to grow in running streams! No wonder ours is so yellow and sad looking...poor fellow. I suppose I'll just have to submerge the
pot in a larger pot of water...run new water in every week. I'll move him into the shade, too. Anyway, you can see what one good gardening book can do to you! This book has even got cool sections like "Landscape Plants with Showy Flowers" arranged
by season, so you can plan to have color year-round in your garden. Sigh. I've spent far too much time this weekend trying to convince David to buy a house with a yard so I can spend money on shrubs and vines and trees (I desperately want a New Zealand
Tea Tree), making paths that lead to a reflecting pond with great orange and white gold fish, or a gazebo that's hidden in passion flower, wisteria, jasmine and honeysuckle (Ok, so that may be a bit much). I'm only sort of kidding when I ask him to do th
is, but you know that by now. David started a chart* while I was asleep
Saturday night. I woke up Sunday and helped him complete it. It'll most likely mutate as we figure out more, but for now it's a pretty complete list of things we have in our garde
n. | *This chart has each plant, it's scientific name, how much sun and water it needs and any special notes on care. I tried to put it up here for you, but I don't have a decent graphics program to work with. This has go
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| Non-garden related activities this weekend included dinner (pasta, which we wolfed down after a hard days's work in the garden) and a movie we watched at my place, "Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown", which is by the s
ame guy who did "Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down". Almovodar? Anyway, it was
pretty funny, but I was getting tired. We tried to watch SNL again, since Drew Barrymore was hosting, and she's pretty hot; I found myself shaken awake at 1:30 in the morning by David.
I had fallen asleep. Best two out of three, and SNL loses. Oh well.
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| Today David compromised on my desire to hike somewhere woodsy, taking me to the Berkeley Marina instead. Yes, it was a beautiful day, and the bay was lovely, and the sailboats charming, but I found myself instinctually leadin
g us to the one path that goes through bushes and small trees, almost making it feel wild. Almost. It's spring equinox, for goodness sake...I need trees! Oh well, there were kites - all kinds of swooping, colorful kites. There was even a huge kite mad
e to look like a pair of jogger's legs, running sideways through the sky.
There were fluffy dogs and sleek white and tan dogs. There was even a
little rave started in the middle land of the hills - you could hear the
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| It was a lovely weekend, but I should have spent more time writing. Here it is, 10:30 on Sunday night, and I haven't written a word (other than this journal entry, which is going up late as it is). Oh well. I got a great id
ea for a story, which is always helpful. I need to revise the water story soon, so I can use it on the CD. There are also several anthologies I just found out about that have an April 1st deadline. I can't tell you how much that annoys me. All winter,
it's quiet. I hear of an odd anthology here and there that usually is too far out of my experience to write about (transexual black gay fiction, or some such). Then, just when the weather starts to get nice, and I want to spend my free time frollicking
in the woods, the deadlines start popping up. Argh. Ok, ok, I know, I should just be happy I want to write. I just wish I had an outdoor computer...ah, yes, and a houseboy to bring me fresh-squeezed lemonade. And butter cookies.
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