And-d-d-d-d-d-d, once again, a weekend passes and I didn’t do any art.

I did get enough work done in the Back Forty that I won’t have to worry about it for a while. I planted the rest of the tomatoes, cucumbers, parsley, basil, and most of the peppers. I harvested peas and Nanking cherries and chard and turnip greens. I pulled out last year’s chard and kale. I put cages up over all the tomatoes. Then it rained like crazy. Made it all happen before the full moon too. Sweet.

Sandy and I went out to the Deep Roots owners’ meeting, where I voted for Joyce for board of directors. We cut out as soon as I voted, since it was a potluck afterwards and we’re still supposed to go out to eat. That chance is becoming slimmer since Sandy isn’t hungry and we are both tired.

We stopped by Ed McKay’s, where I used my credit to buy three books on creativity. I figure that as long as I’m reading about making stuff, I can put off making stuff.

Huh. There’s enough truth in that joke that I’m going to have to get tough with myself. Starting tomorrow. Night. Really.