Last night instead of, oh, painting doors and pantries, which really needs to be done, I (the dishwasher) washed and (I) put away a lot of kitchen stuff. I had thought this lack of kitchen was kind of okay, except I was sick of take-out and eating out, and washing dishes in a small bathroom sink is no fun. But I am so happy to stack up boxes and fill one big box with all the bubblewrap and papertowels and styrofoam bits I have used. (A friend of mine who's moving will appreciate them, I'm sure.)
I have hardly come to the last arrangement of things in cupboards. For now I'm enjoying having five shelves instead of three per cupboard, but I think at least one shelf will come out so I have enough vertical space for champagne glasses. And I am so glad we didn't get glass-fronted cabinets. I want to look at my cabinetry and counters but I am not so in love with my stoneware that I want it on display.
So that's what I did while RDC paid bills and Blake rocked out (he likes "Won't Get Fooled Again" but not "My Generation"). While RDC grilled yummy choppage of lamb, I planted my new Caryopteris [species?] and watered all my newlings and weeded scads of bindweed away from the rose bush I mostly ignore and the red-leafed shrub whose name I have no guess of.
I think for now I will fill in the remaining ex-pine area with catmint. I know it transplants well and I won't be sad to rip it out later. Except that I will be sad to have a yard full of catmint. Perhaps I'll see if cuttings of sage and agastache and lavender, all of which I like better, would thrive.
Or lamb's-ear. My neighbor has scads of it and has often offered it.
I love my garden.