A day sloshing with picturesque beauty.
As the sun set, there was a distinctly pink line within the purple clouds just above the west mountains.
The weeds and herbs in our lawn are verdant and abundant to the point of looking like a cultivated garden. Poppies, flax, wild mustard, comfrey, mint, clover and tens of others are growing in profusion and health, and I'm happy to see it. Don't bother me with weed'n'feed. Bleah.
The temperature has maintained itself between forty and sixty five degrees pretty much all day. One can't ask for much more than that.
The local creek is flowing clear and cold, not too near the crest and not so low as to provoke sentiments of drouth. It's nice to hear and see it running, I do wish it would year-round.
Our garden itself is doing nicely after the hot winds of the week's first days. It just about killed the poor broccoli, now it's coming out of it just fine.
We'll see how Saturday turns out.
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