Well, I guess we all knew this was just a matter of time:
I went to Barnes & Noble yesterday, in search of another book, but they were all sold out! Glad for Stephanie, sad for me. I had it in my hands one day last week at Borders, but it was nearly hurricane weather that day and I was carrying my lunch and fighting with an umbrella, which had turned into a kite and was dragging me down the street, threatening to turn inside out. I decided that was not the best day to buy a book and walk in the driving rain and 30-mph winds back to the courthouse.
But yesterday the dyer's gardening books leapt off the shelf and screamed my name. I thumbed through them while eating soup for supper. Norrrrrrrmaaaaaaaaa! Must.have.madder. (I read it's hardy enough for my area. And woad. But woad I might have to think about, given the gentle warnings in the book that it might swallow up my town whole and get me arrested for having terrorized the whole place with my man-eating plants.)
(or if you have any divisions of these you're willing to share, I'll trade you for a Motherwort and a bottle of tincture or something.)
And yet another book did the same thing. I have one word about that one: WOW.
How DOES one carve out enough time to knit all these things? Just how? Grow new arms, a new brain, and change the clock, I guess. I'll get right on that. Meanwhile a sore throat and apparent cold virus are trying to have their way with me, so I'm a tad distracted. And of course there is work, but we don't pay no 'tention to that. It's not like we need to make a living or anything. And another box came from Dutch Gardens (it did not contain dyer's plants, either). Just shoot me. And then please remind me to buy madder at Rhinebeck. I know there's a tent that sells plants -- I remember seeing it.