The old studio door.
I can hardly remember what that old studio looked like now.
It was a hot mess I remember that. It started out as a dirt floor falling
down garage that was dark and stanky and scary to go into.
For the last two or three weeks my two Ficus plants have been dropping
leaves like they were fixing to die. It has slowed down to about two or three
leaves a day now. I don’t know what got them all worked up and carrying on
that way but I’m glad they’ve settled down.
I’ve decided to spend as much of this day outdoors as possible.
Here it is almost the end of summer and I’ve not spent more
than a few hours out in our yard all summer and it looks it too.
Almost all the plums have fallen from the tree. I’ve made one plum cake and two
plum crisps. The rest have been eaten by critters, one of which I suspect is a bulldog, from
the smell of things in the living room.
Planting Along The Verge 