Summer hours. If I were a normal person that would probably mean I was knocking off at noon on Friday and heading up to the cottage for a long Long Weekend. But oh, nooo. Not me. Here was my Monday this week:
9:00 - 11:00
9:00 - 11:00
- shower
- strip bed
- clean four bathrooms, remove shower curtains for laundering
- put away a load of laundry from... several days ago. Can't remember.
- wash two loads of laundry
- hang one load on the solar dryer
11:00 - 12:00
- pick garden produce
- rehang the washed shower curtains
- put fresh sheets on the bed
- put away last night's clean dishes
12:00 - 12:40
- lunch - leftover orzo pasta salad, blueberry/banana loaf with almond butter
12:40 - 1:25
- take down & put away load #1 of laundry
- hang load #2 on solar dryer
1:25 - 2:00
- take Sadie & DH for a walk
2:00 - 3:00
- go down to my sweatshop & quilt
3:00 - 3:20
- take down & put away load #2 of laundry
- hang load #3 on solar dryer
3:20 - 5:40
- surreptitiously eat 5 Twizzlers. It's either that or a cocktail. Did I make the right choice?
- go back to sweatshop & quilt
5:40 - 6:00
- eat supper. Thank God DH cooks because it seems I ran out of time today.
6:00 - 6:10
- bring in and put away laundry load #3
6:10 - 7:10
- relax with the newspaper and the Sudoku puzzle
7:10 - 9:00
- gardening. Which is a euphemism for 'weeding' and 'swatting mosquitos' and 'crying'. Pics follow. I think I want a wife.
This was taken on June 11th |
A similar view on July 3rd. Wowza!! Three weeks growth. |
So, yeah, all the rain we had made my garden sooo happy! Especially all the grass! I could probably hide dead bodies in there and no one would find them. I am resorting to my favorite mulch system - newspaper.
I have about 1/4 of the garden mulched with newspaper & compost. I keep running out of newspapers. |
Now, I'll leave you with a couple of 'pretty' pictures.
The left half of the cutting garden, which is in front of the veggie bed. |
The evening sky on Canada Day, after the rain finally stopped. |
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