it's muggy. the birds have a lot to say. i can't see the sun setting; the building is to my west. but the clouds are pink. pink on a periwinkle sky.
i've inherited a bistro table. it needs some work. peeling green paint and rust. but it serves its purpose. and for now, i like to dream up how i'm going to improve it.
for those of you who were following, we aborted the previous patio project selection for one reason and one reason only: a lack of $300.
sucks, but i think i can make this work.
i still have a bunch of junk to clean off of here.
i have a bunch of junk to clean in more than one area of my life. seems like all areas.
you know how you're perfectly aware of the mistakes that others have made or are making, and then you find yourself doing the same thing? literally, right before your eyes, you make them. and you're mad at yourself. but you do it anyway.
or you know the things you want to do, but you don't do them? yeah.
my asparagas fern is tall. i planted that and vinca vine with some flowers when i started beautifying this little slab of concrete. the flowers are (mostly) alive, but the greens are flourishing. full and lush and upright.
oh well. i wanted to say something, but i haven't.