Breaking News!!

Miss Susie Hutchins finally brought the car back. Neither she nor Maggie would say where they'd been.

With my book turned in and my writerly obligations over with for the moment, I'm taking time to smell the roses . . .

. . .  and work in the garden . . . where I met a charming young toad.

It's a pretty hectic schedule.

I actually watched TV last night for the first time in  . . . well, a very long time. Episode 1 of Foyle's War -- I loved it -- the settings, the clothes, the pace.

Ahhhh! Time to smell some more roses.  In a burst of wild dissipation, I may even watch episode 2 tonight

Weeding

Yesterday morning I worked to restore some kind of order to my box garden. (Beds in boxes, not, alas, bordered by boxwood -- the uber-traditional box garden. Someday, in another life, maybe I'll have one of those. And a dour Scots gardener with a staff to maintain it.)

It's been a fine summer with adequate rain for once and the weeds have prospered. No matter. I like weeding by hand -- it puts you down and close up with nature. It's a quiet, contemplative way to spend a morning -- and a good time to take a camera along.

Follow this link for pictures from my morning. And, for those of you who were reading my blog a year ago, no, there weren't any copperheads this time.