Today, in the front yard:
Pruned 3 salvias, 3 roses, cuphea, moria, a little bit of the flowering quince, and some tips of the front yard lemon tree, purned, dead twigs pulled out. Some nasturtium and violets pulled out of the areas around that weird madagascar geranium I'm encouraging to naturalize. Planted the western sword fern and the salvia and the weird-ass fuchsia, leaving only the yerba buena to plant out of the stuff from the arboretum/native plants society sale, yesteray, I think: I'm goingto regret the salvia because it's the greigia-microphylla kind and it needs more than the space I put it into and it's in the right position to take over the gateway. Maybe I'll move it before it gets settled, if I decide I can put it on the other side of the front yard.
The greencycle can, which is huge, is full.
In the back yard:
I took some stuff out of the purple mexican sage and the pineapple sage (do you detect a trend here? salvias are largely nearly natives, and they can take a wide range of water and light conditions, don't let anybody fool you: for the central coast, they're even more forgiving than fuchsias). Planted something called "berggarten sage," which has fat leaves and looks cute, also french thyme which is indisztinguishable from the english thyme nad the german thyme it's growing with, an orange mint (no, I do not have too many varieties of mint, thank you: only grapefruit, chocolate, orange, and pineapple and of course peppermint and spearmint. You can't have enough varieties of mint, sage, thyme, or oregano. I'd say basil too but I can't grow basil to save my life). Also planted lemon verbena, without which my life is not complete: it's just about the first plant I grew as an independent person and I am in love with it. I don't care if it's lanky and ungainly looking, I don't care if it's close to useless and has no striking features. It smells like every good thing I ever did.
Spent another two hundred dollars on wood and stuff. When Zac pulled the sliding door out of the wall upstairs he discovered that the framing wood is rotted almost all the way away, partly termites and partly water damage. So that wall needs to be substantially rebuilt. He said to a friend we met at the lumber yard "I have to stop taking up boards. Every time I do I discover another huge mess."
Paul suggested he might just stop looking at what he's doing . . .
On another front, they arrested Frank again. They had said they would mail him his instructions but instead armed policemen showed up at his door and took him to the station where they kept him under arrest while they filled out papers. His instructions: he has to be out by June 15th (he will probably be done by then) and he can't apply for a new visa till he's been out of the country for thirty days (he was going to spend a month and a half or so at home if he didn't have to take a class in Prague this summer).
Nobody actually came down and said it was a shakedown, and when Frank didn't mention the possibility of paying them for the privilege of being treating according to the law, they didn't either, and they didn't do anything worse to him than to interrupt his peace of mind and make him miss a class.
My new camera takes panorama shots and also can do closeups to 2 centimeters.
And it's harder to get redwood cones out of dog leg-feather hair than anything else in the world. I have had to take a scissors to Roxy (the temporary dog, who is going back to my nbrother-in-law Monday and I would hate to send her with mats and burrs all over her).