Ugh. So itchy today. Not cool, psoriasis. Not cool.
To be fair, the itchy is probably exacerbated by my outdoor activities: weeding, trimming, hoeing, etc. I hadn't so much as glanced at my herb garden, which I really ought to have done before heading to the garden center. Turns out my oregano came back gangbusters. The lavender in my front garden totally bit it, though, so I've just replaced that with the spare oregano. Hey, it'll be lush and green and require next to no care. I'm down with that. Now to start hacking away at the forest of weeds in the vegetable bed... Once I've got it ready, my sweetie is going to re-chicken wire the fence. While I'm fond of our resident whistle pig, I don't believe he needs a diet of squash and broccoli and watermelon. Grass and my hostas are quite sufficient.
I'm still not entirely recovered from vacation, nor from the days that followed. Now Faire is fast approaching and there are songs to be learned and reconditioning of muscles to be achieved. There's gym stuff and Pirate stuff and get-off-my-butt stuff as well. Perhaps I should submit my request for more hours in the day. That's more likely than me getting efficient/motivated/organized.
Back to the green and wild for me, and a picture of a sleepy Golden Tankin for you!
