I’ve not been satisfied with the pond chemistry—nor have the fish, who are in hiding. So I drained off 2400 gallons and refilled, rebuffered (addition of calcium and other elements to stabilize the water ph), dechlorinized, and helped Jane help out our neighbor, who’s suffered a flare up, apparently, of an old knee injury: he’s laid up, the weeds have grown along the fencerow, and in exchange for four nice Wenatchee apples Jane and I took the weedwhacker to the fence area on his side. I hope this will help him out. We’d have gotten a few more, but our whacker ran out of line, and I’ve got to get more. But if they like, we’ll do that chore now and again. I rather like running the weedwhacker, far nicer than a lawnmower—at that, I draw the line; but I learned to use a good old-fashioned two-handed long-handled scythe (and the short one) when I was a youngster, and the weedwhacker has a little of that satisfaction. I love doing in weeds.

Our waterlily bud that has been hanging fire since May has opened for the 4th of July.

Joan’s husband Buzz stopped by to be sure we have our invitation to their lawn party tonight (view of fireworks downtown) —we certainly do—and we gave him the tour. I forgot that Buzz hasn’t seen the garden since he helped us move dirt a long time ago.

The one tree we planted is a chocolate mimosa: a mimosa with dark bronze leaves: it will shade the walk near the fence, and the other is a Japanese flowering cherry, fullsize type, that we are trying to site. We think we know where we want it. We think we are going to move the arch (and its clematises) this fall to be a gateway to what will be a separate water feature in the back—a running stream, for which we have the gradient—and a lotus pool.  I have always wanted lotuses. Or A lotus—they’re quite large.