Just a week ago we potted up some beautiful mandevillas. I've always known not to trust the first of May. We've spent a week at near freezing temps, and I've told them every day, "Hang tough!" And every day they have.
But last night I knew I'd pushed the poor things too far. Temps in the thirties are passable, but twenties not. The only set of sheets I own are on my bed. I called friends for newspapers. No one reads newspapers these days.
My eye fell on the two extra large purple bath towels on my shelf, and there is one more hanging in the bathroom. I had safety pins. I could manage this.
These towels have been so long on the shelf, the grid is imprinted. The safety pins were in the last place I looked.
I wonder how the alium will survive. Every day they are closer to being in bloom.
Here it is yesterday. It looks about the same this morning. Perhaps it's frozen! One more night, and it will be spring.
Last week I worked on a totally new and different project. I put together a GoFundMe for my neighbor. She is a breast cancer survivor, a double mastectomy and silicon implants to replace breast tissue. Now they are leaking and must be removed. But like so many here, she's not employed and under insured. She was willing to do this, so we did.
I had no idea what to do, and actually have no idea what I did. Worst, I did get it on Facebook, but simply cannot get it on Instagram. I know less than nothing about social media. I'll keep reading the directions. Maybe I'll get it next week.
Looking at the purple eyes in the alien helmet up there, I'm reminded that I did not post my last display of towels.
I am reminded because I have thrown an inch or so of the next color, purple, like the alium. But, I have no picture. Tomorrow. There were purple towels from the last warp, but they sold in a flash.