And that pause, that last quiet fourteen days of silence, is the longest this journal has ever gone without an entry. I think. Far as I know.
ure went by quickly on this end. Life's been jammed with, er, stuff. Going on. Some of it stuff that's felt good, and some of it, well, you know, not quite so wonderful. The less than wonderful stuff passes, though, and Vermont's grown more and more beautiful with every passing day, the warm season finally taking hold over the course of the last week.
So. What I've been doing: Plenty of work. A mountain of work. (My work, mind you, labor I want to be doing, so I do not whine and/or bitch.) And the more mundane warm-weather homeowner's toil. With the bizarre overabundance of rain during May and the first half of this month, the lawn alone -- the ocean of grass that gets mown here on my hilltop -- occupied a fair amount of time whenever the weather eased up enough to allow the pushing of the mower. Plus, some big, beautiful highbush cranberry greenery outside the kitchen door underwent an infestation of cranberry blossom worms, which resulted in a fair amount of time spent out there cleaning it all out, a time-intensive affair since I opted not to go the bug poison route. After which an invasion of brown beetles took over for the many dead worms, gnoshing out on the same greenery and ranging far beyond. Resulting in more time out there killing local representatives of the bug kingdom. Me triumphing, of course, the greenery recovering and looking fairly smug.
There's more. As I said, life's been jammed. But it'll have to wait. I've got stuff to do.
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Along East State Street, Montpelier, Vermont
España, te echo de menos.
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