|Russian sage has nothing do with this post, because I can't take a picture in the dark.|
Outside the threat of an early freeze lurks, but I'm still sure it won't come for another month. This weekend, I have a wide-open dance card. No daughters home. No plans made. Nobody expecting much from me. There is a tiny temptation to go down to the office and get a jump on getting that goSmithsonian Visitors Guide started. But I sure don't want to do that. I could hire some help and clear out the ivy in the back corner by the fence and plan my rose garden for next summer. I want to plant two or three heirloom big bushy beauties to cover the entire slope. I've selected several varieties with sweet scents and rose hips (perhaps, Bayses Blueberry, Belinda's Dream, Chrysler Imperial or Miss Lillian) so that I can make rose hip teas, jams and jellies next fall.
I collected about six pounds of coffee grounds from Starbucks yesterday to take over to the Community Garden. I've got a clover cover crop growing in my plot and I'm wondering if I should turn it under now, while it's still in its early stage and sew in compost and grounds. My friend Anne at the garden has turned each of her beds into billowy piles of rich, dark fluff and I'm envious and want to do the same.
I'm going to go for a run both days because I haven't had any exercise since Tuesday.
I'm going to read travel guides about the Galapagos, because we just booked our trip in December.
I'm going to want to cook cozy comfort foods and a large Sunday morning breakfast.
Maybe Jim will want to go for a bike ride.
And the Sunday Times, I could read every section.
You see what happens when the daylight refuses to show up. I get cocky and think that I might be able to do it all.