I just realized today that one of my bananas has set a bloom. I think that last year was the first year that ever happened and I've been disappointed that it didn't seem to be happening again this year but there you go. My bananas would be happier with more sun but they get plenty of fertilizer. I throw my kitchen scraps beneath them and the chickens scratch and eat and poop and what scraps they don't want, eventually compost and that's probably the richest dirt in the yard.
The day did not start out terrifically well. Mr. Moon and I started talking about having the boys over tonight or tomorrow night and he started really worrying about having been exposed to someone whose son has tested positive. She hasn't been around her son, but she has been around his daughter. She didn't tell Glen this until they'd been chatting for a little bit outside and not close up, but it freaked him out and the more he thought about it, the less he wanted to risk even that slight possibility of transmitting the virus to August and Levon and their family and the North Carolina family and so, he thought it best not to let the boys come spend the night until he's sure he doesn't have it.
I know he's right. And Jessie agreed. But it just hurt my soul and my husband's too, not to be able to have our stayover with those boys. To adopt them, as it were, for a night and a pancake breakfast. And for awhile, I was rather overcome with sadness but then Lily texted and asked if we'd like a back-yard visit. She wanted to bring over some beauty berries that they picked in their yard for me to try and make jelly with and of course I agreed to the visit and the beauty berries. I've always read that you can make jelly with them but I've never so much as seen a jar, much less tasted any.
And they did come over and brought their lunch and we all sat out back and chatted. Lauren came too and they brought Pepper whom Owen is teaching tricks to. That dog is pretty smart, I have to say.