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Today is the day for a flower harvest. We need a couple of buckets of flowers for a wedding Saturday– it’s low-key, we’re just making market bouquets for this woman to pick up and bring to a nearby venue, she doesn’t want anything special so we’re not charging anything special.
But it’s going to rain tomorrow, so today’s the day.
Also today is the day to harvest all the flowers to make dried bouquets for the winter. Anything we don’t have by the end of this week, we probably won’t have at all. It’ll freeze soon enough, and stuff has slowed way down in production anyway. We’ve already decided to stop bringing bouquets to market. Which means I want to have dried bouquets to bring instead, which means I need to make them this week, which I can do but I also need to harvest more because it won’t be enough for the whole winter.
So, fine! Fine. I have to go do that.
But my ankle is painful, and i have to hobble, and I don’t want to go stand on it in soft dirt while I harvest flowers. I just don’t want to do it.
So, that’s my whine of the morning. I’m going to go, now, and get started, I just had to get the whining out.
(I sprained my ankle yesterday for no reason and I’m cranky about it. I can walk on it, it holds weight, it’s just sore and doesn’t want to move. Grump, grump, grump. Yes, I’ve got plenty of experience with sprained ankles and I’m doing the things one ought to do, except the part where you ought to stay off of them, because who has time for that? I mean, right this moment I’m staying off of it, but I have to get up now and don’t want to. Phooey.)
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Today is the day for a flower harvest. We need a couple of buckets of flowers for a wedding Saturday– it’s low-key, we’re just making market bouquets for this woman to pick up and bring to a nearby venue, she doesn’t want anything special so we’re not charging anything special.
But it’s going to rain tomorrow, so today’s the day.
Also today is the day to harvest all the flowers to make dried bouquets for the winter. Anything we don’t have by the end of this week, we probably won’t have at all. It’ll freeze soon enough, and stuff has slowed way down in production anyway. We’ve already decided to stop bringing bouquets to market. Which means I want to have dried bouquets to bring instead, which means I need to make them this week, which I can do but I also need to harvest more because it won’t be enough for the whole winter.
So, fine! Fine. I have to go do that.
But my ankle is painful, and i have to hobble, and I don’t want to go stand on it in soft dirt while I harvest flowers. I just don’t want to do it.
So, that’s my whine of the morning. I’m going to go, now, and get started, I just had to get the whining out.
(I sprained my ankle yesterday for no reason and I’m cranky about it. I can walk on it, it holds weight, it’s just sore and doesn’t want to move. Grump, grump, grump. Yes, I’ve got plenty of experience with sprained ankles and I’m doing the things one ought to do, except the part where you ought to stay off of them, because who has time for that? I mean, right this moment I’m staying off of it, but I have to get up now and don’t want to. Phooey.)
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