The fountain by the small back patio is up and running, for the first time since I moved into this house. Already, I feel its calming vibes.
But you can expect a blog break, beginning today. Yesterday I burnt my right index finger, picking up a roasted eggplant by the stem. The eggplant itself had cooled; the stem had apparently been transformed into a still-burning piece of woody charcoal. I should have known better. Now I do.
Above is a picture of my index finger, all bandaged. Yes it is dirty. Friends drove me out to an Azalea nursery in Sevierville, where I purchased 17 azaleas, some of them good sized. I purchased 7 evergreens and 10 natives, 6 varieties in all. Despite the fact that I was trying to be careful, and I can't really do much with my right hand, certainly not with that index finger, the bandage did get dirty looking for tags on plants. It is OK, I was due for a cleaning and bandage change anyway, and my finger remained clean.
There are things one never things about until forced to do so, the importance of the index finger is one of those things. I can still walk and go to the gym. Salman Rushdie's new novel is waiting for me on the sofa. I may not manage to vacuum the floors.
And now that is all I can type for today. I won't tell you how long this brief post took. Have a good week and I will be back soon.
