I moved slowly today. It's been about 90 degrees out there and I'm not sure what it's been in full sun which is where I spent part of the day. So. Slow with lots of breaks. I bet I drank a gallon of water. I probably sweat a quart of it.
But. The new cucumbers are weeded and fertilized and mulched as are the new pole beans. The okra as well. It is not doing much, that okra. Just sort of sitting there. Hmmmmm....
Ah well. I picked some cherry tomatoes, some cucumbers, some yard-long beans. Now I'm too tired to cook anything but that's okay. We have plenty of leftovers.
Here are the young chicks in the flower and banana bed (not banana bread) right outside the kitchen.
I know. It's not a very good picture. I swear to you that the white one is beginning to look a bit like Elvis. If Elvis, Jr. was his daddy (or her daddy) then this would make sense. We shall see, won't we? I still very much miss my magnificent rooster. I think I always will. Roosters may come and roosters may go but there will never be another Elvis.
Dear Lord I am exhausted. My husband has just pulled into the yard and the back of his truck is filled with pieces of brick. And I think I'm tired? What has that man DONE today?
Well, we have line dried sheets to sleep on tonight. I hope we can stay awake long enough to appreciate the exquisite pleasure of them.
There's Maurice, doing what she's done most of the day. She did come out to check on what I was doing with a rake and a wheelbarrow in the front yard earlier. It looked like way too much work for her, though, and she returned to the back porch to enjoy the breeze under the ceiling fan. No need for clean sheets for that one. Give her a newspaper and a place mat to lay her body on and she's a happy cat. I guess.
Oh yes. I love her. She doesn't care.
Thankfully, I love my husband and he DOES care.
That works out well.
It's been a real good day.