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Anyway. It was cloudy this morning, but warm. A walk in the garden with Jane revealed:
Vetch gone wild.
The manroot vines are getting their...erm, man roots. Supposedly they get their name from the humanoid shape of their roots. I guess that's probably true...
But hey! Look! Right underneath is the elusive Scarlet Pimpernel. I mean, the elusive Robert Geranium. Or is it? Nope. I always think I've found some, but as I pluck it out and look closely I see it's Dovefoot geranium, which is similar but shorter and with less spiky leaves. Dovefoot geranium has velvety soft leaves that smell like good soil when you crush them. Oddly enough I don't know what the Robert Geranium smells like. Though I always mean to pick it, I somehow never do. Anyhow, this looks almost like a hybrid of the two. Anyone know what it is? Pojar and Mackinnon have nothing to say.Also forming, grapes.
During Jane's nap the sun came out. Then we had all sorts of fun. We had:
The first true realization of the pleasure of sand between the toes. Lots of giggles.
Adequate sunscreen. Bare feet. My grandma Helen's gardening hat.
I always feel self-conscious posting picture of myself. But I tend to take self-portraits in moments when I feel very satisfied with my life. So a worthwhile addition to today's photo montage I think.
With all this sun and sand and "stashing" (I didn't get photos of the pool), Jane was at the end of her rope before we even got to dinner. An exhausted, explosive bundle of nerves. So I caved. I admit it. I swore it was a no-TV week. It's only Tuesday for heaven's sake! After her bath, we nursed for a long time and then I bundled her on her chair and we watched Wallace and Gromit.
What can I say? I felt bad about it. But I'm cutting myself some slack this evening. I got some work done on Ari's doll's attire this morning, so I feel okay about just taking tonight for myself. Sort of. When I was a kid there was a book on the bookshelf called "When I Relax I Feel Guilty." I would look at it and shake my head and say, "What?!" Now I think of it and shake my head and say, "That's right! You should feel guilty!" Just kidding.... I think a long shower and a mystery novel are in order, don't you? Tomorrow is another day.