Already, at nine fifteen in the morning, I have come indoors
into the cool because it is too hot to pull the weeds out of the steps down to
the lower patio. By weeds, I mean three foot lengths of Virginia creeper and
ivy, and those horrid weeds that look like maroon spiders and grow to enormous
size with tiny pink flowers. Not to mention the ants that scuttle away every
time I uproot something. Somehow I don’t feel guilty about them, but I was sad
to see two pathetically small lizards dead in a garden jug that had half filled
with water. When I emptied it, a live fully grown lizard swept out with the
water. Green and gold, he sparkled and glittered in the sunshine before he
raced away into the undergrowth. Perhaps I saved his life. Anyway the earthen
ware jug now sits upside down so nothing else can fall in and find itself unable
to get out.
I am about to begin a second edit on Alba is Mine, after re-writing the first scene yet again. DH is out
hacking merry hell out of the overgrown hedge that runs beside the drive. He
did this yesterday, cleared a strip about twenty yards long and fell asleep
after dinner and slept all through the night too! Must be the fresh air.
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