I visited a couple of garage sales today, and found a great veteran (heavy duty, used, in great shape still) potting table on the cheap that will either go in the garage or my sun room. Or on the back patio. Not sure yet, but I can certainly use it. I've been dying for something like this, and though I still have plans to build a more involved spot for the work, this will do it for now and can be incorporated into a greenhouse or potting shed space.
I turned down a street I hadn't looked at in a long time as I was following one garage sale sign and spotted a beautiful little yard with a gorgeous garden. I went around the block and looked again, and actually got out of the truck and knocked on the door. There was no answer, and as I was turning to leave, a car pulled up and the driver said "I'll be there in a minute," and he backed up the drive. So I walked around, and just told him I was really impressed with this garden. There's not a pattern or design, per se, except that texture and color and shape are wonderful. He has rock edges and grassy paths and it wraps around the entire house. I asked if I could take photos. I gave him my card, and asked if I could put a few photos on my blog, and I won't identify him or his house, unless someone emails and asks for the information. That was fine. This guy is an engineer at the local airplane plant. It's a tiny 1925 house in a small old neighborhood that is mostly Hispanic. People write off these neighborhoods, but I bet his neighbors enjoyed looking at that yard, and those around him looked well tended also. This was a lovely discovery. And an inspiration in the work I'm doing here.
In the allergy department, today is day two of really sore hands, that started the morning after eating a piece of strong (couple of types, very rich) chocolate cake. I'm pretty sure that is the main culprit. I've set aside the lotions with cocoa butter and will, sadly, donate those somewhere (I love the feel and smell, but heck, they're part of the problem).