Prednisone seems to be helping. Not as quickly as i would wish but sufficient to get my energy back.
Having barley in serving sized chunks in the freezer, and making a barley bowl for lunch with fenugreek sprouts, buckwheat microgreens, fresh herbs, a scattering of Australian winter pea flowers and sage flowers. Fancy café lunch!
Yardening! One scarlet runner bean has decided flowers are better than vines and has exploded into a ground level bouquet of blossoms. I like the word scarlet, i don't like the color particularly. I like the color crimson, i don't like the word. I'm delighted, still, at the blossoms. I do wonder if this particular bean is blooming because of nature or nurture. I ponder saving seed and planting at a shadier location to test.
Blue eyed grass seemed pretty quiescent during the grey week, but the sunniest plants seemed happy at lunch. They grow remarkably quickly -- these clumps i have are just a few years old. There's one clump on the sunny berm i should move since i am trying to have flowers in hot pinks, salmons, corals, mangos, and orange on the berm (actually not my favorite colors but there is something about the flower breeding that is producing those colors that i enjoy. Maybe i'm just susceptible to trendy plants, but i think it's more the high energy emotional impact.
I have a place i'm trying to mass blue and pink native flowers, so i'll move the blue eyed grass as a border to there. The blue eyed grass seems like a fine replacement for the traditional southern edging plant, Liriope.
I left a mystery plant growing in the sunny berm. I figure i can wait for most plants to get to a decent size before extermination, if needed. It has buds now and i think it might be a Asclepias tuberosa (butterfly weed). It will fit in beautifully with bright orange flowers, if it is. (And since i think the ones growing wild at the road's edge might have been poisoned by the power company, i will be delighted to have a source of seed.) Fingers crossed.
We've ordered whole new sleeping arrangement. Little worries about not testing in person flit across my brain. Delight at the thought of a number of infelicites being resolved comes to mind. I'm hoping i can cut down the king fitted sheets to a solution for the smaller mattress.
Mental cycles being spent on preparing to join my Dad in a drive to Florida if and when his mother's husband dies. Hospice worker had said two days, two months were both possible. Who knows maybe he'll hold on even longer. (Tampa at the end of July: ugh.) Cycles prying real risks out of my Dad and getting a realistic assessment of what the "chaos" and "crisis" entailed. My sister says my way of helping by asking questions and helping identify where one can take action to prepare vs where one just needs to shelve has helped her over the years. I don't know if it helped Dad: he didn't seem appreciative at the moment, but he did actually confirm that his mother's carer for nine of the twelve months is returning. Now that i've consulted with my sibs, my prep plans should be getting a go bag together. And as a luxury, i'm going to make another batch of bread so that i can have one in the freezer for travel. Not that i *need* to travel with my own bread, but having my regular breakfast at hand will make travel more easy.
Blackspot on the roses. Probably ought to be preparing to deal with Japanese Beetle