The Oriental lily bulbs I ordered last fall didn't look that great out of the bag but they came through. Nothing like Orientals for intense fragrance.
Some of the more expensive lily bulbs we ordered in March turned out to be duds, go figure. They all looked healthy and big, but I think lilies just do better when you plant them in the fall, and the roots can establish over the wet winter. It was a very dry spring and no amount of hand-watering makes up for good soaking rain.
We had a quiet weekend at home, so nice in Seattle right now with cloudless skies and warm temperatures by afternoon. Maybe a little too quiet after all the activity in Twisp last week. It felt a bit lonely. I'm still mentally adjusting to this dual lifestyle. Thoughts keep skipping back and forth between two places.
The wildfire news from the Valley keeps getting worse. The air pollution is off the charts today. Even the pool is closed and the kids have to spend the day inside. We were planning on going over Wednesday for 3 nights, but will likely postpone until things improve.
The West Seattle Senior Center is reopening, and our ukulele group has been invited back for regular weekly meetings. Even with everyone vaccinated and infection levels low in our zip code, I have to admit the thought of being inside with singing, talking people is unnerving. I was talking to my sister about some of the psychological effects of the pandemic that are hard to shake. Last summer life was boring but so simple compared to now. Suddenly it seems like there are too many choices.
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