They say the road to you-know-where is paved with them.
Yesterday, I had the BEST of intentions. I was going to write. But as it turned out, I was still reeling (in a good way) from the weekend art workshop with Teesha Moore. I needed to come down, so I puttered, and Mary Ann and I made a trip to Walmart–my shopping list had gotten pretty long.
I repotted my African violet, which I’ve had for several years–Jerry and Anna (my brother and his lovely wife) sent me a birthday basket once, filled with tiny plants. I am proud to say I still have every one of them–one is nearly four feet tall! As many of you already know, violets do not appreciate being messed with overmuch, so I’m sort of holding my breath with this one. It was really starting to need a new home, so I bit the bullet and did it. I also transplanted a gardenia I had recently acquired–it seems happy to have more root-room and, before the thunderclouds rolled in, it was lifting its leaves like little arms to welcome the sunshine. It has several buds and I’m hoping it will, in the words of Mr. Spock, live long and prosper.
Today I’m writing. Period.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table.