How to write? What goes on in one's mind?
Early this morning I felt like writing just something short. I believe I planned my morning well. Because I had time left I made some quick notes and went outside after I spoke with a friend at work (we exchanged Donald Duck for his cute little girl sitting next to him).
Once outside I decided to mom. No, I didn't cut all the grass it's too much. I did a part and mowed some lanes so I could walk freely without being attacked by ticks or other creepy insects.
Mi still waits for the delivery of Advantix and the ears of the wolves look bad. The cat is back into misery so I'm not sure why or what to do. He mainly sleeps in my son's bedroom and today he wasn't in the mood to eat. Perhaps tonight if we are in bed?
Many years seem to be attached to another
Before I started I had a look at the plum trees. One is entangled with the mulberry. The plums are the size of a marble but they are sweet. Those fallen off the tree I collect and share with the wolves.
No cherries this year, eaten by the birds, and no berries. I think it's too dry but I'm not sure if this is the case.
Can be every tree and bush needs years to get used to the soil, I don't know. Most of what I planted barely stays alive. Young trees stout themselves and next it's over.
I noticed the two fake Acacia I left to use them for a hammock are finally getting thicker. It's about time. Perhaps in ten years, I can use one unless I'm no longer around.
Pictures: AI-generated by me - bing.com/create
27-5-2024
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