In other good news, a tomato is pinking up. It's the first one that appeared on the bush tomato plant. I noticed that it was just barely orange-y-pink last night when I was grilling out and this morning it's obvious that reddening is happening. Durwood is ecstatic.
I think I killed the celery. It was going great guns so I potted it and watered it (maybe too much) and it's puckering up and dying. *sigh* And things were going so well. Guess I potted it too soon and most likely overwatered it. We'll try again.
But avocado pit #2 has totally split and sent out a root (sorry about the picture looking like it belongs in Gray's Anatomy or Ripley's Believe it or Not), and avocado pit #1 has cracked. Those are very good things, right? *nods firmly* Right.
When I set up the new sprinkler yesterday afternoon (which works great) I noticed a flower up by the retaining wall. I thought it was a Morning Glory but after I lit the charcoal I went up there (the safe way so I didn't hurt my ankle) to discover a Petunia. I wonder where it came from? Well, I'm sure a Petunia seed got pooped there by a bird but I didn't think they'd grow from seed that quickly. It's very pretty--white with a lilac splotch on it--I should probably move it so the lawn mowers don't mow it, although they're not mowing in that area because of the grass seed. I'll leave it, I guess, until the seeds sprout and need mowing.
Yesterday I felt guilty that I hadn't knit since Friday Night so I cast on Sudoku Strip #5, mostly because Aunt B hinted that I should get the damned thing done so I can move on, kick that project off the top of the guilt-making list. She's very smart. Thanks for the boot to the behind--and needles, Aunt B. (I don't know why this picture is sideways; I've tried to fix it but had no luck.)
July 25--Michael Kevin Daly, Skier.
cold enough to freeze your nose
seems far away
from today's muggy heat.
I say I won't complain
when the pendulum's swung
the other way
but I always do.
Yep, every mid-winter I swear I won't complain when it's hot and every mid-summer I swear I won't complain when it's cold but I always do. Always. I'm predictable that way. The weather-guesser lady said last night that it'll be cooler and less muggy by midweek. I hope she's right for once. Toodle-oo.