Tomatoes have no self control. We have had several inches of rain in the past two days. The tomatoes will drink and drink and the fruit may split their skins.
That's in the front garden. In the back garden, a tree fell today while I was at work. It missed the birdbath that was an anniversary present from my husband, but it fell on the mutabilis rose bush that is about five or six years old. The main trunk is split into three. I spent about an hour pulling vines and pieces of the tree off the rose, pruned it a little and said words of encouragement. I hope it can heal itself.
The students are gone and today and tomorrow are just work without them. Today I organized and culled the books in my classroom. Tomorrow I will work on files. I hope to show more discipline and save myself countless hours searching for things I did not file properly the year before. It is also time to discard old material that will not be used again. Its parking meter has run out. One has to be in the right mood for this sort of cleaning and I am.
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