Molly Goatwax

Secret garden

Of all the 260 acres in the Arboretum, lately I find myself sitting in a small enclosed garden that replicates a Baltimore rowhouse garden. It's shady and it has a bench and it reminds me of my mother's garden in Charles Village. There are small juniper trees here and rhododendrons. It just needs a couple of cats.
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Peppers

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On the one hand

After two hours of tracking tiny lights and deciphering blurry letters this morning I was delighted to be told I have cataracts. That's much better than tumors in my brain impairing my vision or crowding my eyes, as I had feared. On the other hand the basement flooded again and the show I just took down was being staged for storage there.

Growing up

Today I took the younger daughter to the pediatrician for a pre-college check up. The doctor came out with the forms we brought with us to tell me goodbye. My daughter has aged out of her practice and has a recommendation for an adult practice. "You helped and supported us, we were scared too!", I said, reminding her that our daughter was premature-a micromini baby. Thank you doc!

Woodcut

An onion.

Job site

This afternoon I decided I need more scrap wood for my artwork. The kind of neat tidy 2 x 4 ends that you used to see in buckets by the tablesaw at the hardware store. They don't let you have those anymore . So, I went for a little drive listening for the sound of motorized saws. At two houses I pulled over to see also open doors exuding clouds of dust and boxes. At the rear of these houses I was encouraged to forage for scraps but in Planet Rich it was no, no, no. I mean, it's a half million dollar rehab. By that time I had enough for my present needs but the scraps need further trimming.

Drop off

I am not sure about the code I am seeing in trying to upload a photograph of the piece I dropped off at The creative alliance.

Sagra Pepper

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A mild Hungarian variety.

Prickly pear plant

In South Baltimore there is a street where cactus fill the tree wells in the sidewalk. I was admiring them one day when a woman broke off a piece from the well in front of her house to give me. She told me to just stick it into the ground, it can't be killed. So I stuck it into a pot. It first looked like mittens, then the buds turned into fingers and then it turned into a handful!

Snooze fest

I have been falling asleep in the afternoon despite my best efforts. Then I wake up in the middle of the night and seeing the time, fall back to sleep. It makes for scintillating conversation. Today the younger daughter fell asleep and snoozes still. It must be the cat and his influence.