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Planting on a dull day
In the course of about ten minutes, M and I got the roses and iris stuffed into the ground, before the rain caught us. I was feeling guilty about not getting it done, having given in to the weakness of reading and TV watching and some writing all weekend.
But it's finished, and I hope it pours so we can leave for Arkansas on Thursday with a soft conscious. Neighbors, (we are so lucky in our neighbors) have promised to throw water on them if it gets nasty hot as is predicted.
So I planted a climber (Compassion, pink flowers, spicy fragrance) to loll along the fence, or maybe we'll get a arch over the walkway. OK, loll along the fence it is. And the Old English "Falstaff" from Jackson Perkins because I had to get something with an amusing literary name, and it was a toss up between Falstaff and William Shakespeare. with Jude the Obscure coming in third. But I wanted a red. So Falstaff got chosen because Jackson Perkins had the better writer. it's described as a deep black red that turns to a purple with a ginger-spice fragrance. How could I not buy it?
I got a pot of tall bearded Batik. I've always been fond of Batik with it's splotchy purple and white petals. And a nice pot of i. Douglasiani, and a couple of other species iris I don't recall. Setosa, and something else.
Maybe next year we'll go back to Cooleys for an Iris festival. It used to be our yearly mother's day thing so I could go get drunk on iris. I miss it.
I finished "Human Traces" by Sebastian Faulks which I wanted to like more than I did. He had one of his protaganists come up with the same theory as Julian Jaynes did in "Origin of Consciousness in the Bicameral Mind' and as soon as he did that, it was all over for me. I loved that book, well, I still love it and its wacked out theory. As an epileptic who sees people who aren't there when she isn't on her meds, I'd even love it to be true, but his out and out adoption of the theory, because I was so familiar with it, just threw me out of the book. Not his fault, but there it is. And he was way too proud of his research. Someone should kick me, hard, if I ever do the same.
I also read "A Day in the Country" by Steven Milhaueser. Such lovely prose. Nice Jamesian story. Liked it a lot. Rivetless writing as Mark would say, has said in fact.
Read a great book on knitting kimonos. Liked that a lot. Very cool.
And I'm doing a lot of research on the Greek legal system. Fascinating to me. Not so much to others, I suspect. I'm planning on a nice trial as part of my second book. Hadn't meant to, but there it is. It surprised me. But I can't have a trial without knowing how they did them, and regretfully, I'm very nitpicky. I've so far avoided buying just the book I know would for sure have just exactly what I need which is well over $100. No. it won't have what I need. They never do because what I need is lost, buried, destroyed and I'll have to make something reasonable up, but it taunts, me, it does, that book...
But it's finished, and I hope it pours so we can leave for Arkansas on Thursday with a soft conscious. Neighbors, (we are so lucky in our neighbors) have promised to throw water on them if it gets nasty hot as is predicted.
So I planted a climber (Compassion, pink flowers, spicy fragrance) to loll along the fence, or maybe we'll get a arch over the walkway. OK, loll along the fence it is. And the Old English "Falstaff" from Jackson Perkins because I had to get something with an amusing literary name, and it was a toss up between Falstaff and William Shakespeare. with Jude the Obscure coming in third. But I wanted a red. So Falstaff got chosen because Jackson Perkins had the better writer. it's described as a deep black red that turns to a purple with a ginger-spice fragrance. How could I not buy it?
I got a pot of tall bearded Batik. I've always been fond of Batik with it's splotchy purple and white petals. And a nice pot of i. Douglasiani, and a couple of other species iris I don't recall. Setosa, and something else.
Maybe next year we'll go back to Cooleys for an Iris festival. It used to be our yearly mother's day thing so I could go get drunk on iris. I miss it.
I finished "Human Traces" by Sebastian Faulks which I wanted to like more than I did. He had one of his protaganists come up with the same theory as Julian Jaynes did in "Origin of Consciousness in the Bicameral Mind' and as soon as he did that, it was all over for me. I loved that book, well, I still love it and its wacked out theory. As an epileptic who sees people who aren't there when she isn't on her meds, I'd even love it to be true, but his out and out adoption of the theory, because I was so familiar with it, just threw me out of the book. Not his fault, but there it is. And he was way too proud of his research. Someone should kick me, hard, if I ever do the same.
I also read "A Day in the Country" by Steven Milhaueser. Such lovely prose. Nice Jamesian story. Liked it a lot. Rivetless writing as Mark would say, has said in fact.
Read a great book on knitting kimonos. Liked that a lot. Very cool.
And I'm doing a lot of research on the Greek legal system. Fascinating to me. Not so much to others, I suspect. I'm planning on a nice trial as part of my second book. Hadn't meant to, but there it is. It surprised me. But I can't have a trial without knowing how they did them, and regretfully, I'm very nitpicky. I've so far avoided buying just the book I know would for sure have just exactly what I need which is well over $100. No. it won't have what I need. They never do because what I need is lost, buried, destroyed and I'll have to make something reasonable up, but it taunts, me, it does, that book...