Yesterday’s bread was a bit, well, I had some ado getting it out of the pan last night, so the scrappy end of the loaf ended up in the skillet with a little butter, then some blueberry jam, we optimistically put the umbrella on the patio table, had breakfast out by the pond, then did a little gardening. The pond is clear! The crud has melted off the rocks, the fish are happy, the new babies are getting the idea that food happens here, and it’s lovely out there except the bog I created by forgetting to turn off a watering hose last night.

Clipped the suckers off the monster flowering quince, got into the plastic bins that have been sitting on the concrete since April—discovered they are not water-tight; and one had our lights; but solar lights are tough. I got our little hanging solar lanterns distributed about, hosed out the stagnant (ugh!) water, did a little weeding, and now my day starts…

I love our garden in the morning. The recipient of the water was my snapdragon patch—and the pretty tall red ones are lying over. Of course we are forecast for 3 days of rain. But sitting as we are atop glacial till with a pond, we do handle excess water well.

Curiously enough I’m not at all sore today, and the troublesome knee is responding to the hyaluronic acid/Joint Juice combo: it felt so good that, after I got too hot to work in the garden (I am not at all heat tolerant above 72 degrees) I did some stair running to the basement, taking stuff that should be down, down, and stuff that needed tossing, upstairs.