June 8-One of the most unusual June mornings I've experienced in years. I wore a shirt and an overcoat, and a knit cap to the bus stop. I didn't remove them all until after 10. The wind blew from the north all day. Not hard, but steady.
My intention of a bus ride to the stable didn't pan out. Instead, I took up some projects which have been on hold for weeks. It's the motivation that arises when you grow tired of looking at something and decide to do something about it.
First, I dug up soil on the slope next to some boxes I nailed together and began filling them. This has to be finished as some point. Second, I dug out soil and installed another 6ft timber. Five more to go.
Instead of 4 green zooks I found 6 this morning. Each was about 8 inches long and in good condition. I brought two home with me.
I picked what I first thought were Jalapeno peppers for Ali. My memory bank got jogged enough for me to recall it was a Golden Marconi plant. I will wait for the rest to turn a golden yellow and when they're at their sweetest.
Old Cadillacs never die. The finance company take 'em and faaaaade 'em away.
