Days of Wine and Donuts

I was going to the l-i-b-r-a-r-y. But somehow ended up at a b-a-k-e-r-y and then a w-i-n-e s-t-o-r-e. In my defense, our niece Raven is a boss of the bakery, and so maybe I was helping her with quality control. Oh well. Here are the "books."

I actually do go to the downtown Everett library quite often. Every time I would come home with baskets of books, before I had a tablet and could read online. The only problem is, my laundry and my book baskets looked a lot alike. And one day I caught myself standing at the book return, with a bra and some underwear in my hand. Not my best moment.

Here are some flowers and plums...it can't all be wine and donuts.

So the garden has won. Wild and crazy girl, throwing shoots of green and flowers everywhere, like unmentionables at an orgy. Anyway, I give.

My friend Jerome mailed me a nice garden journal at the start of the season, all pretty and proper, with a quote on the front. My intention was to write nice prose, like in Monet's journals...something like "remember to plant the poppy seeds in the field, and don't forget more waterlilies." Well, this year my first entry was "WTF, phlox?" And after working out there this evening, I am tempted to write simply, "Imma f**k this b*tch up with a chain saw this fall." Yeah, it's getting tough in this here 'hood.