Mondays

I've never understood why Mondays are so difficult for some people. Just getting up in the morning is a challenge for me any day of the week. But today I got it. I had a strange constellation of unfortunate incidents beginning with not hearing my alarm and culminating (I hope) with my finding some of my borlotto and broad beans covered in tiny little bugs that I'm sure mean them harm. It's been a long day but the weekend was very fulfilling. It was a really nice weekend.

The county & city had a big compost bin sale which required standing in a line winding through a Mall parking lot. I'd been warned that people start lining up around 6AM even though the sale doesn't start until 9AM. Sure enough when I got there around 8:30AM the parking lot was pretty crowded and there was already a long line. A woman behind me said she'd come buy at 7 and there were some people in line but she went for breakfast and then came back. Last year not everyone who lined up got a bin. No limit is set on the number of bins one person can buy so it's hard to tell how long they will last. I think I was in line for about 1 hour maybe 45 minutes. I was going to get 1 but after waiting I decided to get two. I'm using one to hold yard clippings and the other to become the compost.

After getting the bins I headed to A the nearer's where she let me take away some really sweet smelling rotting leaves from her roof. There may or may not be some worms in it, only time will tell. It will make great brown matter that I can add gradually to the compost. Then I set up my compost bins. They are near all the veg plantings. Whne I'm finished digging up the side yard grass they will be in the midst of the 'garden'. It's a long narrow space.


Then I started filling it.


Sunday was Lighthouse Day all over the state. All the lighthouses around the state were opened to the public. We drove out to St. Marks less than an hour away. It was a really beautiful, beautiful day. On the way back we drove around the coast a bit then stopped at a good local place for dinner. We were stuffed! But it was a wonderful day.

On Sunday I made it to church. At 9AM! I like this church, it's what church is supposed to be, what I remember church being when I grew up. It's about love and tolerance and kindness and tolerance and being a better person and caring for yourself, your fellow humans and your community. On Sunday, the sermon was about stewardship. It was also the Sunday after Earth Day. In many churches the sermon might have focussed on christian stewardship but our rector talked about how being good stewards of the Earth is tied to being good to our fellow man. He also said that it was not a political issue, not Republican or Democratic, liberal or conservative. It was really nice and well done. So that was nice.

By 10:30, I was home relaxin' on the sofa watching This Week on ABC. A while later my aunt called and talked with my cousin for a few minutes. It sounded like she needed some help so I volunteered since E was taking it easy for the day. Aunt was determined to cut back one of her roses because it had pulled over the trellis that it was growing on. So I headed down. Wow, it was like the bramble that enclosed Sleeping Beauty! I ended up going to Ace Hardware to buy some pruning clippers (which I don't own but wanted anyway). By the time, I was done I had loads of scratches, I didn't realized how scratched up I was until I took my shower. That hurt!

Now, I know and you know and my aunt knows you don't prune roses while they are in bloom. But when my aunt decides it's time to do something, it's time to do something. Her trellis had fallen over from the weight of the roses and the fact that it was rotted. So, I clipped and snipped and killed a bunch of blossoms and buds which pained me but my aunt appreciated the help. I'm sure if my cousin or I hadn't helped, she'd have been out there with her tiny 5' self trying to wrangle that crazy rose plant and ended up buried in it. Mercy. Well, I took most of the clippings and added some to my compost and set the rest aside to add later.

Then Monday happened.

Boy, I'm glad tomorrow is Tuesday.