There are dangerous heat advisories every day. Today Alok didn’t find ice at the store. Their shipment never came.
The house is smelling ripe, although with a sick migraine I admittedly have an impossible sense of smell.
The sun doesn’t reach the terrace of the Sanctuary until about 11 am central time.
The bees are sleepy still at 8 am and only the butterflies that spent the night in the sanctuary are stirring.
I’m taking a little while each morning to pull out selected containers of plants to tidy them up.
I snip the dead parts off, remove the shredded leaves from the top of the soil and pull any weeds. If the plant needs to be righted in the ground I gently shove down on the raised side and if needed I tie the branches to a stake of some kind.
The pots then get lined up on a spot I cleared on the other side of the driveway.
One by one, I tend to the plants.
Today’s efforts included the Joe pye weed. Bees kept me company. I’ve photographed bees going to sleep in a bed of Joe pye blossoms at night. When the sun reaches the blossom they sleepily have breakfast.
Day 5 of no electricity (Alok says Sunday didn’t count because it went off at 8pm, I beg to differ), day 3 of waking with a migraine. I try not to think about it but smells are making that impossible as my stomach lurches in response being activated by inner ear induced nausea.
Despite the heat, I am armed with my noise canceling headphones against the neighbors generator and the gas blowers of the landscaping crews. (Wednesday and Thursday they drone on for hours)
The before, the after and the bees
When Alok returns with the Crv , successfully finding gas, not successful for the ice. I retreat to the Sanctuary of cool air only to find the reek of gasoline. Lurching stomach, I’ve got no patience for you.
I can manage that too.
With spearmint oil on my face mask, a very rich smelling candle and some febreze , my Sanctuary is tolerable again.
Slow progress; still progress
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