Tonight my fingers are sore - despite gardening gloves, I think a few callouses will develop on account of the massive amount of clover growing in my gardens, beside my gardens, on top of my gardens, beside my house, near the garage, and generally, anywhere it can lay a root or two. Lucky for me clover hasn’t developed a sticky root system so shoots slide out pretty easily. This might be because of a massive underground system of engineer-quality rootings with a ‘grow the tail back’ policy so the ‘gecko’ lives but the tail (clover stem) falls prey to enemy (gardener’s) hands. I’m sure they’re already growing back.
These past two weeks, owning a home, I’ve never sweat so much in my life. Gotta do things outside, lots of things and there has been lots of heat. So must sweat. Coming inside to the AC leaves me feeling as though I’ve just dove at 30M in the ocean. Exhausted and salty. To recuperate, tomorrow I plan to have an uptown experience in Dundas. Rise at 9. Latte. Mail letters to friends who sent ‘happy house’ cards. Shopping at ten (there is one store I’ve been wanting to check out)… then promptly lose the ‘lady of leisure’ status and buy mousetraps and a scrub brush at the local CanTire, come home and get to work. Ahhh the domestic life! Despite how sore I am, I like it.
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