Thursday, June 4, 2020

The mornings are glorious with sun and shade and cool night air still around.  It is the afternoons and early evening that become very uncomfortable.

Clusters of moths hover around the oak trees, sparkling in the sun.

I pulled a couple of weeds and now my old hands are covered with bruises. I had forgot to use the gardening gloves.

Time to go through my stack of books for something new.