I had planned to do my taxes today. Everything needed has been gathered up and organized. I took a long nap instead. When I woke up it seemed imperative that I accomplish something useful, just nothing too strenuous.
A while back a large glass jar from my grandfather's garage followed me back to North Carolina. I kept thinking I better empty out all the rain and snow melt that had collected in the jar before it freezes and cracks. I never got around to it. It froze. It cracked. The bottom fell off. Now it had to find a new purpose.
I had a broken glass jar, a big chunk of Sedum rupestre 'Angelina' that fell out of the ground while I was at work last week and an idea that had been brewing after seeing it elsewhere.
This is the art of procrastination.
While I was down there I found more daffodils coming up that I had completely forgotten about. Why can't I remember planting bulbs? It's like I was asleep when I planted them all.
This is the art of procrastination in the bigger picture. Of course I can't have just one glass jar in this little garden tableau so I will need to be on the look out for more containers to bury in this slope. If they are glass they need to be broken so they won't hold water.
The Sedum rupestre that had followed me home before as tiny springs has grown exponentially. In the summer the leaves are a bright yellow and in my high elevation cold it turns a reddish orange in the winter. It is a nice mat forming evergreen ground cover for full sun and well drained soils. It will make a nice textural addition to the tapestry of texture and color on the slope below the cozy cabin.
The rain and cold that kept me in is scheduled to continue. Maybe my taxes will get done tomorrow.