September 17, 2022
It’s Saturday. Now that the onions have been put to bed, it’s time to turn our attention to the hollyhocks in front of the barn. They finally dropped their pink skirts and are now sporting finely pleated seed miniskirts. Or maybe I’ve been looking at them upside down and these are pleated collars like they wore in Elizabethan days? Either way, it’s time to scatter their seeds and wish them good luck.
“Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson
Well, I’d better get to it then.
I’ll see you tomorrow,