Monday
8:30 p.m.

We got the veggie garden in yesterday afternoon, and today a wee bit of rain fell. Not enough, but it sure smells good. Damn near died of heat out there, but the dastardly deed is done.

Was asked to do a favour for my cousin today: drive to Saskatoon and bring back a puppy. Instead, my niece picked up the chocolate Lab and drove out to meet me and her mother halfway, so Jill and I made the shorter trip together and got waylaid at a greenhouse. In spite of thinking I have all the flowers I need, some bright yellow and orange daisies caught my eye and would not be resisted. A couple planters to put them in followed me out of the store.

I think, “I shouldn’t spend any more money on flowers and planters” and then “Why shouldn’t I? I’ve got the money, spending a couple hundred dollars isn’t going to break me, and it may seem frivolous but the beauty is worth every penny.” I talk myself into it without effort.

This morning I was watering the newest flower bed, next to the step. Finished watering, went behind the house to refill the water jugs for next time, came back up to the step and exclaimed “Oh! Where did you come from?”

A gazania had bloomed while I was behind the house. I swear, it wasn’t open a couple minutes before. Delightful surprise.