I have entered the time of working late nights and weekends. This morning I made it home from work just ahead of the sunrise. It's very nice to drink a beer in the backyard and listen to the birds as the sky gets steadily brighter, and less nice to fall asleep with the sun blaring through the windows.
As a result of all this time at work, not much is going on. I put in my summer garden a couple of weeks ago. I kept it simple, knowing I wouldn't have a lot of time to fuss with it: tomatoes (two Sungolds and one Pineapple), peppers (jalapeno, serrano, Anaheim), and basil (two sweet, one Thai).
I'll throw some okra seeds in the cinderblock bed as soon as the lettuce goes to seed, which it looks like it's about to any day now. I wish I'd made room for more tomato plants, but if this drought keeps up like it's supposed to, I may be glad I didn't bother.
I planted a bag of expensive bluebonnet seeds in the backyard last fall, about one week after the rain stopped forever and one week before I knew we would have a puppy tearing up the yard all winter. So we got exactly one bloom out of my experiment. I hope you like it; it cost me about 30 bucks.
In non-plant news, I am excited to be taking a woodcut class at Flatbed Press this weekend. I got nosy and looked up the other people enrolled in the class. Most of them appear to be capital-A Artists, which is a little intimidating since I am just a random lowercase-a asshole. But woodcuts and printmaking have a long populist history, and even though artistically I am a big faker who resorts to tracing and Photoshop cheats more often than I care to admit, I feel pretty secure in my relief cutting skills. Viva amateurism! I'll let you know how it goes.