Brief moments of triumph and disaster
So, dammit, last night I put my garden trowel down somewhere and couldn't find it when it came time to put the tomatoes in. After carefully retracing my steps and looking under things ("When in doubt, look under something," my mother always said). And this morning, I couldn't find the American flag my father finally bought, to put out for the parade.
On the other hand, looking for the flag, on its long and presumably quite visible aluminum pole, I found two bales of beautifully dry straw that I put away unused from last year -- and so my much-mocked tendency to over-buy materials paid off!
If you can keep your head when all around you...