What a fun riot!

Peony (or peonious?) overflow in pink, white and fuchsia is happening on this dead-end block now. Occasionally in the past, I've heard folks express dislike or even hatred for peonies, perhaps because they are projecting repressed personality traits onto these early, exhuberant upstart flowers that flaunt so blatently, then fall apart so sloppily, so soon.

Coincidentally and oblivioulsly across the parking lot, yellow and red roses, strictly confined to a walled-off garden bed, are blooming brightly and fading rapidly.

This property presents a self-educational project: learning which plants are "native" and which -- if any -- are (termed) invasive or "noxious" in south-central Wisconsin. I've been instructed to let the contractor they hired deal with the yard.

But it appears that company hasn't been hired to do much, so the property looks unkempt -- to me, so far.

If I got to know these plants better, achieved a scientific understanding of how and why they are growing together around here, where many yards feature weeds allowed to propagate wildly, maybe I could fully appreciate the creative chaos of these scenes.

This afternoon I was invited to pull weeds in the gardens of the condo development I stroll through daily -- whenever (if ever) a sudden urge hits. A walkway I frequent as a shortcut leads through the complex, but no street.

Energizing roses cheered me today!

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So earning a living writing content online has been pushed off my to-do and how-to list for some seasons.

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I am not sleepy or tired, but I find myself wanting a safe while of rest, and needing a spacetime sanctuary of two to three cushioning hours for uninterrupted re-creative dreaming. I keep my several daily prayer-shifting periods, but a wary stressful vigilance has persisted lately.

Maybe the day after tomorrow...? Trees and sky calm now.

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