Out early this morning to water a few plants before another torrid day. To reach the ficus, which is doing fine entwined in the butterfly bush, I have to go outside the fence, where the sprinkler has just finished.
Cooled wet feet coming back indoors
Out front, the marigolds are making up for lost time, late but welcome
Waking up very early these mornings. It makes a long day, with room for reading and listening, though I can't yet get back to favorite knitting, oh well. Maybe my shoulder will permit a bit of stitching. That vest won't stitch itself.
Last evening I declined an invitation to eat pie across the street with Gary and a neighbor who I guess is a good person and I can't stand her bellowing voice. Later Gary delivered pie to me!







