I’ve been gardening up a storm, well up until yesterday when it seemed all my energy leaked out of my arms and I stuck to a walk and reading as my most ambitious projects.

But.

Between Kevin and I, the tomatoes are in their pots in the greenhouse, most of the 24 geranium plants are in new pots, the lettuces are planted and this weekend the beans, carrots, radishes and whatever else we can think of will be in the ground. The back yard is raked and clipped and weeded and looks pretty groovy. Not quite Martha-ready, and not likely to be on the Home & Garden tour, but good enough for the birds and butterflies and me.

Now, I just need to order a hammock.

In between, shoveling the dirt, I read My Stroke of Insight by Jill Bolte Taylor, PhD and Mr. Pip by Lloyd Jones.  Wow. Wow. Wow. Both wows for very different reasons. Loved reading about Jill’s stroke and her explanation for the different functions of our brain’s two hemispheres. Pretty amazing stuff from a neuroanatonomist. And then there’s Mr. Pip…which makes me want to go out and finally read Dickens’ Great Expectations and simultaneously weep for humanity’s ability to abuse each other. Luckily, Jones throws in a good measure of hope and redemption or I don’t think I could have got myself off the couch last night.