Though knowledge to the contrary, I am beginning to think that "equinox" is Latin for "you won't sleep for a week." The bustling combination of work, travel, too much coffee (never!) and a stack of bedside reading are still encroaching on a restful nice long sleep. And did I mention the boxes? I t also seems that Virgo has changed houses which according to my recently googled horror-scope means that I will too. (+1 for internet accuracy). And then there's the training...
In a sleep deprived, waiting for the coffee to perk haze this morning, I read this NYT article by Sarah Lyall on Abbey House Gardens and laughed heartily at the image of naked gardening, particularly when thinking how yesterday morning I dead-headed roses after my morning run and picked up a thorn. (Apparently every rose has one.) I see the practicality of those clothing-option warriors but I do tend toward the sunburn and a place for holding the shears.
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