…Er, “hoarse”, that is. For a few days, I literally was hoarse, knocked out with a head cold, but that was a coupla weeks ago. The question you, my blogfriends, may have, is: Why has Turtle been posting nothing more than Wordless Wednesdays lately?
And the answer is, I’ve hardly been at my computer.
The weather has been great, and there has been plenty of work in the backyard to prepare for our 380 cute little seedlings. I have never been so constantly physically filthy in my life. Tonight, after having shoveled and sifted and raked gravel and dirt all day, I left a ring in the bathtub — after taking a shower.
Turtle hadn’t intended this to be a gardening blog. There must be more — or at least other — to life.
Lessee…there’s the community choir. I made the poster for the upcoming concert. I’m planning on reciting James Leigh Hunt’s “Abou Ben Adhem” that evening.
E.g.’s parents came over for supper on Sunday (Mother’s Day). I made a nice veggy lasagna and E.g. prepared a yummy salad. For dessert, I made an angel food cake with buttercream frosting. Thanks to egg-whites-in-a-carton, the cake was pretty easy. The buttercream, a half-recipe, used 2-1/2 sticks of butter! The cake was decorated with a yellow pansy, two violas, and a white violet.
I’ve started attacking the problem of the invasive Japanese knotweed. The internet explained something about the plant that I hadn’t known:
It’s edible. It belongs to the rhubarb family, and tastes mildly tart. Stirfried with sesame oil, sesame seed, soy sauce, hot sauce, and garlic, it’s dee-lish. After cutting each stalk, though, I did indeed stab the remainder with a skewer and pour a little Roundup (glyphosate) into it. With luck, there will be far fewer such tasty treats next year.
I’m making dandelion wine. It should be fabulous in about 18 months.
Tomorrow, I’ll be meeting a newcomer to Saint John who wants to improve his English. I haven’t taught ESL for 10 years, but this will be a relaxed, unpaid, tutoring gig, so I’m not stressed. Bonus: no night shifts!
Howzat? Not everything has to be rocks and dirt and shoveling and WHO’S THAT IN THE SIDE YARD??