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Sunday

I, on purpose, had very few plans for today. I usually like to make a real breakfast on Sunday mornings, read the paper, clean up the dishes and go for a walk. I figured I would spend the rest of the day just relaxing--alternating between the book I'm reading at the moment (The Monster of Templeton) and my latest knitting project, maybe sitting out on the deck if it warmed up enough.

Well, I was just getting back from my walk when I heard my neighbor across the street calling my name. She was working in her amazing flower gardens and had just dug up some perennials that she wanted to give to me--some verbascum and some borage plants. I took the plants home and took a tour around the yard to decide where I would plant them. I noticed that the flower beds needed edging quite badly. So I spent several hours digging and weeding and then planting my new plants. It was too cool to sit and read on the deck anyway, but it was perfect for working in the yard. Maybe I'll relax tomorrow.

The seeds I started are doing well, sitting on a sunny window sill in the basement and in the kitchen. I love this time of year for the garden--everything is so hopeful. It's all about the potential of the growth to come with little thought to major weeds, invading insects, plant chomping critters, and all the assorted blights and diseases that can plague the summer and fall.

Speaking of critters, I saw a bear amble through the back yard Friday night. My son had come over to have super with me. After he left, I was locking the back door and a big animal came out of the woods. I thought it was a coyote--Kevin and I had just been talking about hearing them howl at night--but this did not move at all like a coyote. This is the first time I have seen a bear in the back. I'm glad he just kept on moving!
This is the view from my kitchen window. The bear came out of the woods and walked across the field behind the shed.

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  1. Wow, I wish I had that view from my kitchen window. We have the smaller black bears here. I call them "honey bears." They sometimes come into neighborhoods. Needless to say, that is not good. They try to tranquilize them and move them back out into the country.

    I love your paragraph about gardening being about "potential," so true.

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