It seems that all I can manage right now are these odd updates. The coherent stringing together of long passages eludes me. I initially blamed this on my back, but that is not truly the case. Let us just say that the peripatetic nature of my brain is currently jammed on run, and, despite the fact that I take two brief periods a day for silent contemplation, “always running” is far more descriptive of my mental process at the moment than any nod toward “peaceful contemplation”. I am not unhappy at home. There is plenty to occupy my attentions, but I also recognize that a certain lack of close human contact leaves my nerve endings slightly leaning toward frayed. This too will pass. In the meantime, if you know someone who lives alone, give them a call.
Another group of the Azaleas I purchased last fall are blooming.
And I am digging a hole. It is a slow and tedious process. This is an area near the garage, which is hot and sunny, and where I intend to plant rosemary. This photo was pretty early on in the dig, and the soil ends about 4 inches down, at least an inch of that is really just mulch. So I have a lot of digging to do.
I have since excavated much of that small cut out where these plants are supposed to go. I have two “tuscan blue” rosemary plants, which grow quite large and tall in an ideal site, and have delicious flavor. They are iffy here, but this site is hot and sunny and a place where I can easily protect them if necessary. But first they need a good place for their roots to grow. I now have three small buckets of rocks and am still digging. These buckets were purchased out of desperation. Kitty litter buckets would be perfect, and about the biggest thing I can hope to lift, but at the moment I have none.
Impatience and busy synapses being in the lead right now I am also cataloging fabric and back to sorting and putting things away in the studio. And working on masks as well as a few other things. The house and the studio are therefore cluttered. “Little Piles Everywhere” would be the story of my life at the moment. That is directly related to my inability to write thoughtful blog posts. But I know this will settle out in time and life will simply move forward at the pace it will move forward. Eventually my brain may slow accordingly. At least I am starting to sleep a little better.
I did update the knitting blog with more details about my pink sweater. Very little else has happened since then and I will gradually move from cataloging fabric to yarn and staring into the deep black hole that is the UFO closet. It will be good to have a list, and from that list create goals, things to work through with items that can be checked off as minor accomplishments.
