Plum cake, daylilies and grubby sneakers

Yesterday was hot and humid, and I baked. I'd started before I realized this wasn't a great move. In fact I got wobbly partway through and had to sit in front of the fan, push the cooling down a bit and drink water till I recovered. Which I did, and here's the plum snacking cake that resulted.

It's from Melissa Clark, whose recipe used figs but I had all those Misfits plums. When I ordered them, I had originally thought I'd make that Marian Burrows plum torte I've made joyfully every year when the plums come in, but decided this one was more my mood yesterday.

It's crisp on top, crunchy with raw sugar, cake-like inside and the plums are tart and just very good. Plenty for Handsome Son, neighbors and the baker.

The daylilies are starting to blaze, with the lavender now just ebbing a bit, and the  daisies blooming away, though, against the stucco, they're hard to see in a picture.

Gary hauled me out last evening to trudge about in his yard for a place to plant his new bit of groundcover. He tends to fall in love with plants then, once home, to wonder where they can go in his increasingly jammed little area.

You know how to the writer everything is copy? To the artist everything's a subject.I never understand people saying they can't think what to draw. 

Anyway here's a Sharpie and black Crayola pencil of the grubby old sneakers I wear for working the back forty.

As always I present this humbly, not assuming it's great, just that it's the best I can do right now, and I'm sharing.

Happy summer Sunday, everyone!