work is what you do for others.... art is what you do for yourself.
I took the day off. and read magazines and parts of a Biography of Charlotte Bronte and napped with Abster upstairs on the chaise under the new umbrella....and gave myself a pedicure with real rose color on my toes and then waxed my legs from the knee down (both veet and nim are great products). In between i managed to fold some laundry and plant carnation and gypsophilia seeds in the top deck planters. [having decided not to grow tomatoes this year]
and Bailey's Manual of Cultivated plants did not let me down. the amazing bush on the east side of the house is a Japanese quince: genus Chaeomeles. it's gorgeous and in full bloom right now.
Someone I respect suggest I read Obama's first book, which I did and i liked him even less afterwards. Of course I will vote for him if nominated... but Hill is still my girl. I might make scrambled eggs for dinner. this is a great lazy day.
