Friday

We are back to a regular old schedule, with the regular old summer bugs bothering us once again and the regular old lethargy seeping in through the cracks so that I really have a hard time getting through the morning garden work and an even harder time motivating myself to head out for some regular old exercise, of the bike variety, because nothing else grabs me today.

I do enjoy the flowers and I admit to even putting in an order for fall bulbs, so I must still have a gardening fire raging within me, why else would my thoughts run to next spring? But my morning work has to now included fighting off mosquitoes and you know how much fun that is!

Photos, taken as always during my snipping session:

Breakfast, alone, because Ed has a work meeting and I do not want to wait. On the upside, I'm liking so much the strawberry rhubarb cake from the market bakers who profit from our rhubarb even as we profit from their snacking cakes!

Fine, I'll do my bike loop. Forty minutes of pedaling past prairie and cornfields never hurt anyone! (Though I did enjoy reading this obit in the NYT yesterday. Ed directed me to it. Note the line about the habits of the studied group of long lifers. Exercise? Healthy eating? Vegetarians? Not this bunch. But then, who wants to live to 112!)

In the afternoon, Snowdrop is here once again. 

(I ask her to pick her favorite flower. She reminds me it's... a snowdrop and those are not blooming right now! And of those that are blooming? This true lily.)

There is not question of playing outside. Or even spending a handful of minutes out there in the steamy swampy buggy air. 

Instead, we read. This is what she wants to do, this is what I want to do.

And in the evening the storms are threatening us once again. We'd been warned of their possible violence and indeed, lights are flickering as we speak! I better post! Good night!