The world
Made it to garden center (and Argus). Argus had no strawberries but two beautiful dahlias, one bright pink, one orange-y red, both with lots of dark, shiny blackish-reddish-green leaves. Also got some sunflowers there, in hubris. At garden center finally got the yellow flowering hanging pot I want for the porch, plus a little stripey portulaca and some deep red coreopsis. My little garden is replenished.
The kiddo
Out of school for Juneteenth. Ran around with Hoy in the morning and me in the afternoon; we made jello together (unflavored gelatin and juice mixed with water – a good sweetness for me, but I’m sure he would have liked the real deal, or at least more juice). He went down for a nap when Hoy put him down, and slept then played well – so maybe not a trend. Restless at bedtime, which is now almost before the sun sets; after I had finished songs he looked at me and said, so sleepily, “You are my mama. I don’t want you to leave.”
So I stayed and sang another song.
Me
Put in a few hours of work in the morning. Miles to go and will get up to work early tomorrow, but at least I am starting to see patterns, to feel like I’m getting a sense of the shape of this literature and what might go where in this essay.