“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 804 (Sunday) – flowers and groceries

The heat kicked in on Sunday, as forecast. The morning ride to dance class was pleasant because the car A/C was blowing nicely chilled air and it wasn’t blistering hot yet. After dance class, the plan was to stop at the farm stand for two more packs of flowers. Last week’s two-pack purchase was a brilliant orange and a mixed color pack. This week’s are orange in a different flower, and reddish orange Snapdragons. Next week, I’ll buy two more of whatever catches my eye and by the time the are planted I will probably have forgotten their names.

At the farm stand, I parked next to a really cool looking silver Volvo with a glass hatchback, and wondered who at the place was driving it. As I returned to the car with my two little packs of flowers, an older couple squeezed into the Volvo. They had fille with entire back of the car with flowering plants that were tall enough to hit the ceiling, giving me twinge of inadequacy with my meager selections.

Planter in process.

Some of the plants have gone into a three-tiered planter on the deck, and others fill some of the big gaps between the irises and around the coneflower along the fence. Behind the irises in the front yard, three hollyhock roots were put in, and with luck, those will come up. 

Out back, despite the scalding sun and the oven-like heat, the lilac was pruned a bit. The gardening book said to clip off the spent blooms and hopefully I did it correctly. As least I had the loppers depicted in the drawing in the gardening book.

A second stop on the ride home was planned for Market Basket to get a roasted chicken. There were a few other items on the list, which was recited in the car like a mantra on the way to the store, “chicken, cucumber, tomato, cheese.” 

A few of this week's additions.

Being a massive store, and the acreage separating the produce from the deli and dairy meant that a few other items landed in the cart. Day old bakery cookies, because; ramen, because the “right” flavor was in stock (creamy chicken); blueberries because the price was right and I like them and Winston used to, but this afternoon we learned he is now off blueberries. And the weakness, the cash register temptation impulse purchase – store brand milk chocolate and caramel candy bars that still somehow only cost two for a dollar. They aren’t even that good, but the price is right and they work in a pinch when a need for some chocolate hits. 

At home, the chicken was carved and packaged, and will be mixed in Winston’s food to coax him to eat, especially in the morning, when his boycotts are in effect. Supper is often a bit easier than breakfast, thank goodness. The carcass went into a pot, was covered with water, and simmered all afternoon. The last time this was done, two spoonfuls were heated and poured over the kibble and it worked like magic to postpone the morning kibble boycott for a week.