Rain most of the week!
Tuesday, 0.5 in.
Friday, 0.7 in.
Sunday evening, Lara Rose called to say the van died. Went in a little late so David and I could sell the Buick from our company to me. This car will be driven by Lara Rose until we can figure out what she will drive. Ultimately, it will be given to Lily and we will look for Honda Civic for Lara Rose.
Even though we got the van fixed, we are finally going to sell it! We’ve had it for 16 years!
Weeded the first berm.
Went to Lowes and Picked up Plants for The Goat:
Orange Marmalade Firecracker Flower, Crossandra infundibuliformis ‘Orange Marmalade’
For Inn Room 32:
Cleaned my desk.
Julian and I went to Big Bloomers. Picked up plants for The Goat:
Geranium ‘Mr. Henry Cox’, Pelargonium x hortorum
Planted The Goat.
Picked up ferns for The Roost’s, the new funky planter: Polystichum tsus-simense, Korean Rock Fern
Drove to Virginia to attend my nephew John Yoest commission into the Army. He graduates from William and Mary on Saturday with the school but only four tickets are given, so they naturally went to the parents and grandparents. Johnny’s graduation from his department is on Sunday, but I have to work, so I’ll miss that. David went up for it, and the kids remained there with their own room. Oh, to be a fly on the wall, But I will proudly watch him get his commission!
Johnny’s commission. It was an inspiring commissioning. I’ll remember it always. We all had a late lunch together. It was cold and rainy all day, and the kids were wet and cold. I drove them to Target and we found great sweatshirts on sale for 12 bucks. That was a step in the right direction. I got on the road home around 6:30 and home by 10.
Tired, but inspired, I set out for a very busy morning and early afternoon. Set off to The Weekend Gardener (WPTF) to do the first half of the show. I raced home to greet guest for The first 2nd Saturday of the year! The Bee Better teaching garden will be open from 10-11. After that, I met with Jayne and John for lunch at a Turkish lunch before the lecture on Being Better at the Cary art studio.
Today is my 20th Mother’s Day. I thought I’d share a story of my mother..
My Mom would always refer to workmen as Mr. Man, (and yes back then all were men.) If the washing machine broke, she’d say Mr. Man is coming over to fix the washing machine today, or Mr. Man is coming over to fix the TV, or faucet, or whatever. It was always Mr. Man.
Once, later in her life, I was visiting her at home in Norfolk, VA, my mom needed to see her doctor, Dr. Man. I took her there and turned to her to ask the name of her doctor, she replied, Dr. Man. I said, no really…
The receptionist heard this, and said, she’ll be with you soon, Dr. Mann is running a little late, please take a seat!