Living quietly, thinking and not producing, instead working and making my life's thesis.
Some new things.
I found two perfect, small cafe au lait colored eggs in the crook of one of the trees in the front yard. Thank you to whoever laid those. I know they have another stash elsewhere, and I will find it.
I began gardening again this weekend. Between my neglect and the sun's scorching heat my earlier efforts were reduced to nothing. The summer has very few survivors. Almost certainly my cocoa rose, maybe the blue girl rose and gardenia.
And I am traveling with handkerchief. I am still having a hard time carrying a thermos. But I thought I would make another small effort, and it's vintage, of course.