We’re approaching fall and probably snow—but in the meanwhile, after nearly freezing all our flowers, and putting the poor koi on a wheat germ diet (you can’t feed them protein in cold water)—we are now baking; and all the lava rock we had scraped up to put down new weed cloth now has to be shoveled back again. It’s really hard to drive a shovel into a pile of red pumice. We worked as long as we could and gave it up. That’s still a big pile and we’re about 1/3 done. I don’t mind carrying rock, but I hate shoveling it.

Rocks are so thick in the soil that we’ve given up driving the long-awaited weedcloth pins into it: I’m bending 4 out of 5 pins so badly they won’t go in, and the 5th one is apt to be hammered flat like a badly driven nail, capable of holding, but just obnoxious-looking. Thank goodness for a hefty rubber mallet.

And I’m still working on the Bren book, and still spending my spare time prepping Chernevog for e-book release. Rusalka is ready. That leaves Yvgenie yet to go.