It was a glorious weekend; sadly, now almost over. The sky threatened thunderstorms all weekend with intermittent storm clouds, thunder rumbling in the distance, but no rain, and temperature of around mid-80 so it seems summer-ish. The locust trees smell like heaven and my rhododendrons have exploded into bloom this week.
|Locust smells like heaven|
The time is here for planting flowers and getting things going in our garden. I made two trips to the greenhouse. The first time, I purchased conservatively and left with a single flat of flowers. Those I set out this morning; impatiens around our mailbox, and begonias in a strawberry jar. So, there’s a space where we took out a tree and it gets SUN there!! Sun is rare in our yard because of all the trees. This is where my new flower bed will go, but I sincerely doubt that with Gracie’s addiction to digging and destruction, and the voracious appetite of all the deer in this area, my flower bed has much chance of being even 5% as beautiful as I imagine. Someone has offered to help me install a 5-foot tall wire fence around my new garden....but that really detracts from the beauty aspect of the garden. We have a 6-foot fence around out vegetable garden. Anyway, I went back to greenhouse this afternoon and left with three flats of glorious flowers for sun – zinnias, cosmos, snapdragons, alyssum, and petunias. I would have bought more but common sense kicked in...it’s going to be a lot of work to plant all those.
|Lost all sanity at the greenhouse|
The signature forms for my dissertation are in route for committee and dean signatures. I won’t be officially finished until the dean signs off on my dissertation, but I’m making tentative plans for graduation. It’s funny that several times last week I dreamed I was presenting my defense...in my sleep, I’m espousing significance levels and r-values, and explaining scatterplots. Some people dream about Brad Pitt or George Clooney, but I dream about graphing data.
Tomorrow it’s back to the salt mine. I’m co-managing a huge project that has all the signs of failure. It’s hard to stay positive when the handwriting is on the wall (so to speak). On Friday, we will have a definite go or no-go decision. Meanwhile, 11 people will continue to waste a significant amount of time this week. Sometimes I wonder how we manage to stay in business!
|very important meeting notes|