Plum Tree Protected

We walked under cloudy skies. It was 12° and humid, but it wasn’t raining as we walked, so it was very pleasant walking. The rain awakens many new fragrances. The wild Rose filled the air with a sweet perfume. The rain also deters many people from walking, so we saw no one on the trails. It felt good to see the wet surfaces, but I knew it is mere millimetres deep. It was not much of a shower.

It was nice to come home to a nice warm home. I’d lit a morning fire. The pets got me up at 4:15, and so breakfast was very early. Consequently, we had lunch at 10:45. After that, I finally, I had some time to read. But I only read a few pages when, instead, I had not a nap, but a sleep. I slept for two hours! When I wrote up, it was raining again and the branches of the Plum tree had been beaten down by the rain, and they were hanging over the deer fence.

I had to work in the rain, extending the fence around the tree by quite a bit. I’m glad it’s done! I can see some plums growing and I want them to mature in safety. Now, all my front yard trees feel safely protected. And the garden beds got a decent soaking yesterday. The morning shower was short but the afternoon one was much, much longer. 

I don’t have to water the beds today! I get the entire day to myself to putter around in the beds and to do some yard work. And, of course, Her Highness and I will enjoy two or three walks. It’s overcast but the cloud layer is very thin. We are likely to return to eternal sunshine again.

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Further to my post about loving science, I read today that Trump’s administration has banned his CDC and other health officials from communicating with foreign nations about both Ebola and the Hantavirus. It’s as though we’re experiencing a reverse evolution. 

I feel lucky to have been born when I was. I missed the two world wars, the depression and the Spanish Flu epidemic, and I’m going to die before the stupids and the greedy seize control, or before there is civil war in America. We are such a smart species, but intelligence is not winning.

Thank God I moved here to a small island where I can feel removed from all the shit of the world. 

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My speech is remarkably good right now. I believe it is because I am outside in nature most of every day and because I feel on top of everything. I’m feeling great about keeping up with all the work required to maintain Pinecone Park, and I’m feeling guilt-free about spending nearly all my time alone. 

I miss seeing Dr. S. more often, but I think once a month is all I need, especially now that I am speaking so well and I hardly ever have seizures. I still get long blocks when I speak, but when I can speak, it is going quite well. Miracles happen, and one of those miracles is Tezspire. Man-oh-man, that drug has made a huge and exceptionally positive impact on my health.

Life is good!