Tuesday, April 11, 2023

Nap all day. Sleep all night

 I'm just so damned tired these days, and I don't know why which is vexing--or would be if I weren't too tired to care. But I hate to have no record of anything so I'm throwing up a handful of unretouched photos in no particular order as today's installment in the Waving/Drowning/Who Cares series and calling it good.

Some goose prints on Harbor Island pavement a few weeks ago

The Greenman and bits of the patio from across the yard

The sign alerting this year's mason bees (see below) to the location of this year's mud

Mason bees were ready to get out of that damned tube as soon as we installed their house.

A less-than-entirely-successful panorama of the backyard a week or two ago

My motto and my life's aspiration on the back of a Suzuki

Space Needle! From the night we went to see Seattle Shakespeare's "Drum and Colours," aka abridged Henry IV

The Spring Equinox Greenman while his new hair was still fresh and green.

Seeing what would sprout from slightly outdated tomato and pea seeds (a lot, as it happens)

A portion of the tulips on the hillside block with bonus grape hyacinth under the Japanese maple

Slightly out of order pea starts (from last year's saved peas because I'm just that Little House

That day they had baby goats at the West Seattle Farmers Market (I did not bring Jubilee home.)
My new favorite spot in the back yard: Scott's Folly
 There should be some sort of finale photo here but, well, there's not. If I could rearrange to end with the sloth I would but I lack that level of ambition. See also, so damned tired. Oh wait: 

Happy Springtime!

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