We're having leftovers for supper, so I have from now (4:30 pm) until bedtime to do what I want. The garden is on auto-pilot for a few days.
I want to do a dozen different things, and even have the supplies to do most of them.
Now, if I just had the gumption to do them.
I should take the three 5-gallon buckets that are currently in the back of my car, driving me crazy with their rattling, to the garden shed. First, I need to put my name on them, for 5-gallon buckets have a way of disappearing around here, and nobody knows anything about where they went ("Naw, that's my bucket.") Evidently, it is a man thing. So I bought bright red, easily identifiable buckets, and I will summon Towanda if I catch somebody with one of them.
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Okay, so I've spent two hours of my "do what I want time." Took the buckets to the garden shed and checked on the crops. Killed a tomato worm. Picked squash, cucumbers, and peppers, which I will drop into the food pantry drop-off cooler at the community garden on my way to work tomorrow. Incurred a good dozen mosquito bites. Came home. Showered.
Now what?
On the way to the garden, I found a new set of watercolor paints in my mailbox. Maybe I'll swatch them and try them out.
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