The family room is strewn with six toys, a scratching post, a kitten and a dog right now. We’ve all had breakfast, and rather than go out and work in the rapidly increasing heat, I thought I’d stay in the house until my ten o’clock client arrives. Since this is a new client, I felt that it would be more professional if I greeted the gentleman at the door rather than having someone come collect me from the garden, all sweaty and dirty. I could be wrong about that. . . but it just seems like I might make a better impression.
A few weeks ago, I bruised my wrist. (That bruise is fully healed, by the way.) I find it interesting that I posted a picture of it, and mentioned it in passing, but did not describe the circumstances surrounding that event. What really happened was that I had a couple of hours between clients and Zoey and I were deeply involved in cleaning the house across the street as the tenants had left. By this time, we had discovered that in addition to not bothering to clean it up, they had also left it infested with fleas. So we were vacuuming the entire house daily in an effort to mitigate the flea situation, and braving the starving hordes of insects as we worked on getting the walls clean. (You really have to clean walls before you do carpets.)
Anyway, I was over there instructing the girl in how to wash walls, thinking that I had at least fifteen minutes before my client, a brand new one, arrived. I had just whacked the hell out of my wrist and was standing there cussing when Jim popped in the door and said, “Your client is here. She’s early.” He had her set up filling out the client intake form, but her first experience of me was my precipitate entry to the house where I grabbed the ice pack out of the freezer, wrapped it in a dish rag and sat, sweating and disheveled, at the table where she was filling out the form. While I did get all cleaned up before I started the massage, and I also think I gave her a pretty good one, I have not heard a word from her since. Let me just say I am not really surprised.
So, I am happy to report that my legs and arms are almost completely healed from my encounter with the cercaria in the pond. Thank heavens.
The ditch is done, and we are enjoying that the new faucet that is nearer to the flower gardens. And that it does not leak.
That scar will be gone before you know it. Out in the vegetable garden, the big news is the summer squash. We already have over a gallon of it roasted and frozen for winter. Below are a couple of “arty” shots I took, first of the pattypan squash, the second of the yellow zucchini.
While I was deeply involved in trying to capture the squash, I was being buzzed by a dragonfly. I looked up and caught it posing on the garden fence.
You can see it is an older one by the tattering of its wings. This is the same species I featured in the last blog post. I guess it was over in the garden looking for lunch. I thought I’d go see what was happening by the pond, and discovered another sort of dragonfly species there deeply involved in their mating rituals.
While I was shooting these dragonflies, I was hearing quite a commotion in the nest box that is near the pond. Apparently the garden wren decided she wanted new quarters for her second brood of chicks, and they have hatched out. Whenever a parent arrives with a food delivery, the chirping and cheeping is quite loud. Here is one of the wrens, exiting the box, having made a food delivery.
When I proceeded into the Stroll Garden, I discovered a third dragonfly species hunting in the day lilies.
There is a fourth species on the place that I have not been able to capture yet, brilliant red, and very large.
Last, I have abalone nacre and the sunset light shining through heuchera leaves for you.
Turns out I was laboring under a delusion when I thought my client was scheduled for 10 a.m. today. He’s not supposed to be here until noon, so I believe I shall take Ruby for her walk before it gets any hotter. It’s already 82° F and the prediction is for 96° with a heat index of 102°. So I believe I shall motivate out of here now.