another saturday

the "patio" i made last saturday - a rake, 8 bags of pea gravel, and some bricks.




my romas...


and their friends.


my night garden, which i have yet to see any night flowers - but this is the most morning flowers I have had.

quiet on a saturday morning

i just saw a robin and his girl hopping from branch to branch, quietly chasing eachother. henry, laying here besides me, just watching the world. today is going to be a quiet day. i'm going to bury myself in my backyard and clean it up - listen to the birds and the traffic.

my head has been anything but quiet. i wish it was, though. i've been mean. i'm frustrated. i'm very tired. i'm tired of trying not to be tired. i'm tired of talking and smiling.

i had a dream last night that i was at a show and delia was there. we were having a quiz on the prices of things. there was this giant blanket of some sort - i had no idea what it was, or what it was worth. and everyone, including her, looked at me and laughed. i felt like i had learned nothing on my desert trip and i was a dissapointment. i had no idea what anything was. and at the same time, i somehow made a fool of myself, i think i drank too much or something, and someone told me to go home early, because there was no point in me being there and i was embarrassing everyone.