Early summer mornings are becoming a favorite time, moseying about the patio and outside the fence, Cool wet feet, making discoveries.
This morning i need another plant id, a volunteer since the fencing upturned the soil
And I had to disentangle vining vegetables from next door which were wrapping around my cherry and spice bushes. Here they are, sent home
And while I was doing this i noticed faded iris leaves, which will probably make great string
Picked, split, wrapped in a damp cloth inside a plastic bag.
Eventually, this supply will join my bag o' string doings
Seen here with the current wip.
Yesterday Handsome Son made a quick visit around lunchtime so I set him up a snack of a salad and smoked salmon on pita bread, two quarters of pita, which he tried, said not bad, didn't want the second quarter. I gladly helped home with it.
He explained it tastes like ham to him, not a fan. Amazement. He liked the poptart though not wildly enthusiastic, since he's not a junk eater anyway.
As a deli worker he handles lox a lot, keen clientele, and he told me when anyone asks him to cut more than half a pound, he reminds then of the $30+ pound price, just to avoid sticker shock.
After he left I spent the afternoon on the deck, perfect weather, reading Angela Thirkell and cording and watching a tiger swallowtail on the butterfly bush next door. No good pix despite a number of tries.
There may also have been sleeping, and I woke a bit bitten.
Today might be Sally Pointer day
And pulling her bronze age leg.
And Emmy van D is always on point
Happy day everyone, pretend to be Boudicca and this time maybe we'll win the Battle of Colchester. Or our current equivalent.
