June 3, 2025
Gary mowed my lawn.  How great is that?  He made me cry.



This is Mom and Arthur.  Not sure what year it was taken.  But today I really miss her so when I saw it I pulled it out of the box and hung it up.  Talking about two important role models in my life, they were pretty far up there.  I miss her steadiness and her common sense.   

I haven't been back here since probably early March or so.  Between the rain and the threat of ticks and the frustration about not being able to take care of it this year, I have avoided it.  There are all sorts of sweet things back there and that doesn't even take the bird population into account.  Today there was a nuthatch that was being very big sounding.  I know there was a Jay nearby and a cowbird, so maybe he was trying to sound big on purpose.


I have some yellow lilies and there are roses galore. Someone needs to go in with clippers and clip stuff back.  There are enough raspberries to feed an army.  And T.'s little Italian garden is entirely weeds.   And if it hadn't been for the mosquitoes I would have grabbed a chair and watched silently.


At quarter to six it was 73 at the rookery and 80 in my driveway.  This morning the sunrise was much more stunning than the sunset had been, but the weather was fine if you can breath in thick pollen and fire coming down from Canada.  We had a lot of problems with the internet today.  Yes, our atmosphere is changing whether we want to admit it or not.


Mowing season began today.  I love these large round bails of clover, hay, buttercups and who knows what else.  




Diane and I got the majority of the tags hung and tomorrow I will get the rest up.  Everything was challenging today.  Nothing went smoothly and I got grumpy, which seems to be the new pattern.  I get so grumpy so quickly.  Part of the reason is I hurt and I can't stand being unable to move fluidly when I want to.  But the show is gorgeous and it's going to be a great weekend.   



 

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