Thursday - 237th

It's like we are stuck: weather's great, there are no election results, Covid stubbornly keeps up the climb to record numbers. In other words, Tuesday looks like Wednesday looks like Thursday.

The world has plenty of very patient people in it. I am not one of them. If I can avoid a passive wait, I will.  I tend to rush to fix problems and get rid of nuisances. I switch courses, I try something new, I'll cajole, I'll compromise, all with the hope of moving on.

But, my hands are tied. Can't change anything, can't move away from the impasse. These are not easy days for the non-waiters among us!

But hey, the weather! We're setting records! Warmest November 5th here ever. 72F (22C). How can you not love a November day that is as warm as the first day of summer?

I don't take many photos. I'm breaking in a camera slowly and the old one is feeling a little funky these days.  Besides, we are in our trance, our waiting bubble and so photography takes a back seat to... waiting.

Over breakfast, on the porch...

 

Afterwards, we return to our path building. Out front, by the entrance to the farmhouse, where the yellow maple leaves are as pretty as a field of daffodils. Well, almost.

And I do start in on my annual bulb planting! Most have arrived by now. In go the English bluebells, the Fosteriana and Aveyron tulips (please, animals, stay away from them!), the Erlicheer and Butterfly daffodils. Tomorrow, I'll do the rest -- a massive digging in of more daffodils, more tulips, snowdrops, crocuses and allium. 

 (Ed, shouting out updates...)

 

 

By late afternoon, I put away my shovel and my garden gloves and return to our living room cocoon, where Ed and I patiently wait.