Baby Buds and Ego Boost

 My Guy and I did our breakfast thing. Yes, it was a bit of a greasy spoon filled with locals, but I enjoyed an excellent omelet filled – and I mean filled – with every vegetable imaginable. Ever had eggs and summer squash?

          Then it was errand time, although I really only had two – both in the same place. I already had my bucket, gardening gloves, and clippers so off I went to our town library. That would be an unlikely destination for that equipment except for a new project of our Friends of the Library.

 

         Probably through a grant, or maybe funding by the Friends, a master gardener in town has planted a bevy of new things all around the library, front and back. Roses, hydrangeas, lilies. Problem is, she’s well over 90 years old, with a severely handicapped daughter. This is not a woman who should be expending the time or energy to care for this garden.

          That’s where a team of volunteers comes in, each assigned their own plants to oversee. My assignment is three fledgling butterfly bushes – aka buddleias – to check on and see if they need deadheading. They haven’t been doing much up until now, just squatting there, all 6 inches of them, staying determinedly green.

 Then on Thursday I popped over and  there they were, fat with white blossoms, trying to catch up with their big purple neighbors.

Today while I was there, I also ran in my latest batch of books and checked out three more. There was someone at the self-check, so while waiting I drifted around a section I don’t usually frequent and low and behold!

My day is made.