microposts
I’m about to start a workout so I’m lying in bed to nap in preparation.
One of the highlights of my everyday routine are the smiley waves I receive and give at drop off — to / from kids and grown ups alike. It fills my cup and reminds me that life is good right now. A data point for this very moment as well as the inevitable blah ones.
Mind. I should probably do that myself and 🤫 because I have not walked anyone else’s mile, using anyone else’s shoes — except my own.
I feel like those who are critical at every turn should build their own thing instead? Walk a mile and all that?
Beautiful day to be out at the back lakes. Just heard thunder though and Mr. Weather (my husband) is already thinking of heading back.
Small dahlia ’Irish D Porter’, big dahlia ’Winkie Cinnamon’.
Cosmos ‘Rubenza’ starts off cranberry red and softens to a dusty peach. I first heard of this variety from Arthur Parkinson – or maybe it was Sarah Raven? Can’t remember now but I’m so in love with it. It has an earthy feel to it that’s not as airy fairy as other cosmos cultivars.
I keep having these mild moments of panic that the patch is so patchy… and then I realise it’s still January. Good grief, Brian, settle down mate!
There is a biggish poop pile near row 4 of the back dahlia patch. I don’t know if (don’t think) it’s possum poo because it’s just not that vibe. I think wombat.
And I don’t want to be the one get rid of it. Good luck to me and my flower farmer dreams 😅