Monday, TuesdaySsswwwooossshhhhSaturday!

Thirty minutes ago, it was Monday morning. A fresh week. The never- ending, many- page TO DO list looking at me expectantly.

Trees planted. Trees pruned. Pampas Grass relocated to stop some soil erosion along the public gravel road. It is encircling a huge stump we cannot get up, even with the tractor... so, I decided to use the stump as a natural sculpture and give it a backdrop of ornamental grass.

The last two weeks, Unc and I have been making tangible progress in keeping the jungle at bay, with some help from Gordon!

I love this time of year, but a couple of rain rich soaks, and the grass and honeysuckle and unwanted hedge and _____ just fill in the blank, take over. It is the Mississippi version of the jungle growing back, taking back whatever man has cleared.

Unc, age 82, is in better shape than any of us. He even out-walked and out-climbed some middle age working men on the farm the other week. They TOLD me about Unc's outdoor-hardenend physique with a combination of good natured "we've been bested" and admiration.

The leader of this little group recounted to me that they were following Unc into the woods for him to find and show them the object about which they had inquired. 

"We asked Mr. Charles if he wanted to stop for a minute to rest. We were all bent over and huffing and puffing, and he said, no, that he was good to keep going. That man is in GOOD shape, and not just for an 82 year old!!"

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Ok, that was written Thursday night before the line of thunder storms hit the farm. More of that nutrient rich rain gave a turbo-boost of growth to all that is growing and blooming so beautifully right now.

There must be a bazillion shades of green out there. I just can't soak in, absorb, feed enough on this time of year. In another thirty minutes, the famous Mississippi humid heat will descend on us, and yard work will not be nearly as much fun.

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Now it is Saturday night, and I will upload this post. Absolutely. Before any other delays occur.

Today Gordon took some more video of the Westies trying to herd the Monster Mower around the yard. He'll edit it into the little tiny clip of Mister Mackie and his Monster Mowing Machine that Gordon uploaded Friday? Thursday? Somewhere in the Swooosh between Tuesdayssswwwwoooooooshhhhhhh and tonight.

Humans and dogs and Rosalie are all completely tuckered tonight, even Unc!

Photo 1: My beloved Apple Mint that is outside our studio door.

Photo 2: One of my yarrows that is taking over the flower beds on the front walk. That is an heirloom hyacinth.

Photo 3: That jasmine bloom was blown onto our big rock in the corner of the yard where we feed the birds. Honest. I did not put it there. The storm the night before had blown it there.