Onions

Out watering listlessly, neighbor who has a tiny garden, and has chatted with me about same, rode by and commented on my purple hair. A few minutes later, he returns with a pile of old seed packets and a small head of indian corn, wishing me a Happy Easter. I thanked him, and insisted he take some green onions, as much as he wanted. He took a nice bunch for his dinner, and we both felt better about life.



I'll have to put the petunias in among the onions, as per the song "I'm a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch."

I may not like eating onions much, but they are welcome growing nearby, and they seem to like it as well. Alliums are coming along, as the crocuses and tiny irises reach the end of their blooms. I think I have stumbled, imperfectly, into the goal of a garden with plants coming forth over the seasons. Not quite complete, but the idea planted by the Community Gardens classes, although I couldn't do it intentionally nor thoroughly, is beginning to emerge. Very gratifying.



Now, I will also plant some corn, more pease and beans, marigolds and parsley. Old seeds may well not germinate, but we'll give 'em a go. Still need to get some topsoil and compost. I make some, but not quite enough to get started.

Dylan's parents stopped by yesterday while Dylan was getting a much needed nap. I gently refused them, when ordinarily I would welcome unannounced visitors - I'm one of those weirdos who actually likes surprize guests. Not yesterday. And especially since they tend to nudge pretty hard on religious holidays, and we were trying to duck out, avoiding phone calls. But they were in our neighborhood, presumably visiting the Temple*. While talking with them, our lovely Julie from the solar panel company, came by as per an appointment for some final checks and signatures. Slightly awkward, but we sorted it out, and got everyone tended.

Julie brought us nice water bottles, and refused my apologies.



An hour or two later, Dylan's parents stopped by again, to give me a pot of heather. They are nice people, if a little deaf to disagreement or subtlety. Dylan told them we were "unwell and misanthropic" this week, utterly true. I've got the heather re-potted, and it will grow outside in the summer, since it is only perennial to zone 9, this is zone 5. Pretty stuff. I'm very grateful, even as I make sure the inner gates are, regretfully, locked. They mentioned Dylan's brother would be visiting this week, so we immediately offered our house for the gathering, for various reasons. Looking forward to that.

Spent time cleaning this morning, the kitchen is clean and mopped. Got the compost turned as well. Very listless this afternoon, idle and moody.

Skin distresses are mollified, if not healed.





*LDS Women's Conference yesterday. Yup.