My sweet Millie tested the waters last night. As we went upstairs, and I followed my nightly routines, she jumped up on the bed and stayed there watching. Will I push her off? She half expected me to. I'd done it before. But on this night, I let her stay. Crating for the night? That ship has now sailed. And honestly, it was sweet to have her there.
Up early. I have so much to accomplish! But first, breakfast.
I notice that after a solid walk and her own breakfast, Millie is ready for a longer morning nap. For this I crate her. This is my time for planting.
I move the five coral bells to the east of the building where they'll get the appropriate balance of sun and shade. And I put in about a dozen in the freed up space as well as in other spots where I think an addition would be helpful.
Yes, I know. This is not the right moment for planting. I should get the house ready for the move. But really, if you cannot indulge a passion at the age of 73, then what's the point of living into a ripe old age? There is never a perfect moment for doing something that is unnecessary but oh so beautiful. Duty calls all day every day. And of course, eventually your strength wanes and your passion (for flowers in this instance) fizzles into an unrealized daydream.
(getting there!)
After nearly three hours in the flower beds, I pack up my shovel and buckets and head home.... by way of K&A Nursery. I need some edging plants. Just a few. To be planted probably once I have moved.
And then, finally, I come home and pick up a well -rested Millie. She deserves a good run in the dog park! I take her there.
My pup is a speedy kangaroo!
On the way back, we pick up Ed and the three of us go to Tati's for lunch. Millie is given a pup cup and this one is in a perfectly sized mug. I intend to give her just some of the cream, but she so loves it that I let her lick the cup clean.
I have here one happy girl!
And now it really is time to put some breakables in boxes. I have a schedule in mind and it includes taking the first batch of stuff over on Tuesday. That would be the day after tomorrow. Millie naps once again (all that running, all that cream!), and I pack. Not a lot, but enough to feel a sense of accomplishment.
with so much love...
