The weeds run rampant. It's nightmarish.
My roses are prostrate--fancy word for flopping all over, down to the ground. But that's a good thing, buds have broken out all along the canes. I've never seen so many buds...
I plucked a few pretty floral specimens to brighten the house. Cranesbill geranium, ox-eye daisies, clover, yarrow, fringed bleeding heart.
Must get back to work. Yesterday's outing prevented it. In addition to other activities, I registered my candidacy for political office with a fistful of loose change! But I returned home last night with eight inter-library loan books. Including a 6-volume set, the diary of a 17th century gossip, which includes some meaty tidbits about my novel's characters. I'm in heaven. With all this reading to do, I suppose I don't mind the rain.
And as I'll be indoors, maybe I'll get round to putting the Bratislava/Prague trip on the web.
But one day, eventually, the sunshine will return, and I'll resume my war with the weeds.
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