I was going to write an essay about how much fun my last three days have been

But I fell asleep in the first paragraph. It could be the opiates that are coursing through my veins, or it could be that my life has been boring. Frankly, I’m voting for a combination of the two. No trees falling, no new windows, but I do still have one enormous tree trunk occupying the land where I want to plant my new plants (or right behind the land, and I know the new plants would get destroyed when they finally come to pull it out.) So, I continue to wait.

Except the ferns: they can and do have a new permanent home. 

Let’s hope they survive.