this morning

Thinking about that essay...I'm a little frustrated with myself. I basically did what I swore I would never do again. I got pushed into a corner and had to produce something fast without much opportunity to rework and polish. I rolled over in my head how I used my time for the last couple of weeks. Could I have avoided it? Other than crashing into a state of incapacitation on Saturdays, I don't know how I could have. Perhaps if I had been a little more disciplined over spring break? I don't know. Well, I'm not going to dwell on it. Careful semester planning is what I'll have to do in the future. I'm a little disappointed, because that was my favorite class, and I wanted it to be really good. It's not bad, just not stellar.

Well, the rest of my week is very manageable. This morning I got up early, watered the plants, transplanted a couple of seedlings, noted with the glee the many tiny green, cherry tomatoes, and set about my day's work. I love my garden. It is so colorful and such a delight. What I'm fascinated with right now is the many different textures. In a planter rack that has rings for several pots, I have small lavendar plants, nasturtium, and vinca. All slightly varied shades of green and all forming their own shape and design, creating such interest for the eyes.