I've been pulling up quite a bit of poison ivy and briars around the blueberries.
Most of it I've done myself, but Caleb did help with a few of the briars. He also transported some of the stacks to the compost pile for me.
The blueberries are just beginning to get ripe.
By the blueberries, I've let a mullein grow. It is in bloom. When it's done, I want to use the stalk for a hand spindle to see if I can start a friction fire.
A little laundry is part of the usual routine.
When Roger had lunch with his brother a week and a half ago, not only did Roger bring a pound of honey home, he also brought five sweet potato plants. Ever the man of few words, he simply handed them to me. I said, "Oh, sweet potato plants!" I laughed because my neighbor had given me some that I forgot to plant. I almost forgot these too, but I did get them in the ground a couple of days later. This is what they were looking like today. (Caleb and I have watered them a few times.) I don't know what critter made the holes--a toad, a snake, a mole?
A few days ago, I repotted some plants, one of which was an angel wing begonia. I had purchased one a few years ago at an end-of-season clearance. The original plant didn't make it, but a little snippet of it did, and I had that little snippet in the kitchen window for a couple of years at least. It only gets enough light to be tiny and spindly, but the blooms cheer me in winter.
We also celebrated someone's birthday recently. (not mine)
That's what's happening in my world.