The last of the edamame, the almost last of tomatoes, but my arugula which was so attacked by bugs in spring that i had but tiny lace leaves, is now restaurant perfect (well, almost). As I rolled up the wire around the corn which we had electrified to keep the raccoons out, I looked up at the clear blue sky wanting to wish for rain but seeing not even a wisp of cloud, i did not.
Maybe another swim day; yesterday was wonderful - and old me even went in quickly! My Tartaro sculpture is free standing again thanks to Mary and Pam drilling the bird claws to the cross. All is well in the hollar again, carrier pigeon and all.
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