Another Day

Nearly all of the irises I dug up are gone- lots and lots of calls. I've been telling people to call back over the weekend.
Mostly nice people.
Some garden enthusiasts; others just trying things out.
I got some advice about the fruit trees; A retired farmer wants to make me a tractor mailbox; A woman is going to drop off tomatoes from her garden; Another is making a memorial garden for her daughter (cancer).

The call for rain yesterday did not arrive until very late. It was too humid to work outside, so housecleaning day. All bedding washed and I cleaned out my laptop.

Too wet to work outside today. Tomorrow is supposed to be a nice day.
I have plenty of projects to do inside anyway, too much in fact- not sure where to start. I have my list, but that does not mean very much (really).
Again, I need a few small victories before tackling the bigger projects. I think I will concentrate my efforts per room/ space. Perhaps this will be easier.

Otherwise, production continues to be on/off.
Desire for the things I want to do wains a bit and then returns. I see, especially in the yard, half-finished projects. Inside, I can not leave such projects lingering.

Much to do. Much to do.