In which there are 52 times Our Heroine improves her habitat (hopefully), week 34
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82. [...] taking in the recommendation of a woman with whom she'd just had such a candid exchange in the span of a single stop on the train, she nodded, and said, 'I think I will do just that.'
83. I came down to find her spooning mould out of the jam, her hair tied up tighter than ever.
[eighty-something.] She can't believe there's a product labeled "wild Chilean baby pears." How superlatively exotic. She can't believe how tender and naked and raw the little pear bodies seem. She can't believe there are so many jars - rows and rows of jars, their storage the same as their display. How museum-like it seems: each jar a group of individuals dated and labeled as one type, then preserved in fluid.
Out and about:
- Perused two art exhibitions.
- Urban nature walk with friends.
Habitat:
- Left fossils on benches and play equipment during school holidays.
- Glass and batteries (including taped lithium) to recycling points.
- Propped baby succulents freecycled.
- Gave the spirea its annual haircut.
- That one species of plant which gives me mild contact dermatitis was growing through along the cracks in the main garden path, and competing with my beloved creeping thyme, but I remembered to weed it out just before I had a bath to minimise my reaction. Also removed half a dozen sycamore and ash tree saplings that had eluded me earlier this year.