I have a brother or two who are flitting, either just up north or just down south of the Arctic Circle. Wish I were there...
That spouse o' mine came home this week with an invitation for tonight: a potluck picnic. Out in the 90+º Saturday afternoon. I sent my regrets as well as a dandy salad from our garden. That spouse o' mine, Daughter #1, and the College Boy attended in my absence. They are probably thinking the food there is going to be better than the cold salad supper they would be getting here.
Darwinian Garden report:
- 2 little cherry tomatoes which I opted to share with no one, and ate myself; a summer vitamin of the soul, I am telling you.
- Twenty-plus lemon cucumbers. Now I need to do something QUICK!! Either pickle (yes), barter (yes), force-feed to the family (yes), or ... have any suggestions?
It has not happened yet.