Walter the gardening wunderkind, texted me at 7:30am to say that he could come and take care of the ivy and blackberries, that are invading from the weirdo neighbor's hedgerow.
The weirdo neighbor will never take care of anything.
It would be a fool's errand even to ask.
Walter and a boy, who might be Walter's son were out digging around when I left the house at 11:00.
I wanted to go thrifting on my day off and get a bit of lunch.
That is about the most exciting thing I wish for these days.
I found an excellent tablecloth, with lace trim, and a big basket embroidered in the center. I am using it for a curtain in the living-room, where the windows are an odd size, and the unfinished wood trim should not be covered up.
I also found a couple of other little dresser scarves, hand embroidered by someone's grandmother. One had striking butterflies, and I wanted it for an end-table.
I love old things, especially old handwork.
I have a lot of it here and there and everywhere around the house.
It gives me great comfort and joy.
The July haiku dinner will be large with 14 guests, so I also picked up a couple odd wineglasses. I haven't quite come up with a theme, but country picnic.
A pate, a liver mousse, some salady things.