plants/procrastination.

On Sunday, Boh and I went back to the creek. (It is an especially good weekend walk because it is sort of hidden. Only locals.) But first we made pancakes for our houseguest!

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First porch pancakes of the season.

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Then it was back to the tree the beavers have been working on.

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And over the same mossy log.

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But once we made it down to the creek, we met this adorable creature. PUPPY. Boh and I were both very excited. 10 weeks old, and so excited about playing in the creek.

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This guy was pretty happy to lounge while I read.

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And appreciated the view. I am going to miss this spot.

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More reading, while Boh snored.

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And then we walked down to a friend’s dock for beer, brie, and sunset.

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On Monday, Boh and I took a walk through one of the neighborhoods downtown. So many lovely flowers blooming!

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I was inspired. So after making not very much progress on my conference paper for later this week, I went to get herbs, a geranium, and a little more potting soil to pretty up my front steps.

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I know I’ll only be here until late July, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to take these with me, but it seems silly to just not have my own supply of basil, Thai basil, mint, thyme, cilantro…and geraniums this summer, right? RIGHT.

 

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3 thoughts on “plants/procrastination.

  1. Yes! A girl definitely needs her own supply of fresh herbs. Gorgeous poppies!

  2. Do you know where you are heading next? You have had a lovely place to stay these past years and I will miss all the photos of the lovely outdoors you have provided to us. Give Boh an ear scratch for me.

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