And just like that it's ten days later, I've had three whopping hours of sleep and the lilacs are finished, orangey-burnt purple petals forming a carpet extending ten feet around the diameter of each bush. The largest one is too big for me to cut on my own. Ben will do it easily and I did the general sides and underneath. The ones that are only a few years old are smaller and easier. I lamented at chopping them but it must be done. They're already spindly and tall and I'd like them to be full and solid, but the backyard ones are full south facing and the front ones are mostly shade so it's a bit like growing apples (which we do) and oranges (which we can't) in that they grow and behave fairly differently based on the amount of sun they receive.
Kind of like your Bridget. She grew up in darkness so she's stunted and spindly and small and weak. Someone should have hacked me back years ago and tried again.
I'm waiting for the postman-threeish packages coming. I'm waiting for dinner, though I don't even know what to make tonight. I'm waiting for the rain to come in heavy and soaking like last night as I lay awake, eyes open, brain racing, legs restless, breathing laboured. It's been sporadic and after I cut back everything I could this morning I gave everything a little water in case the rains don't actually hit. We've got so many huge trees and a network of shade via pergolas and gazebos and roofed areas that it's difficult for rain to reach the ground now. It's fine. I'm all but allergic to the sun, as I said I'm a child of the dark and I meant it.
I watched Thrash this week on Netflix. Some gorgeous VFX work. Some predictable plotlines, some funny twists and really clever dialogue and cheering I didn't expect. I love creature films like I love slasher films and small-set films and stop-motion films and vintage films and well, any films, honestly. This one was a good way to kill a couple of hours and hell yes it could happen in real life, especially as storms get worse. These sharks weren't supernatural or vindictive, they were just sharks being sharks, after all.
I wonder if sharks like lilacs. I wonder what else is on Netflix to entertain me that I don't expect to and then am pleasantly surprised by. I wonder if I'll sleep tonight. Or any night, for that matter.