At this point every summer I wish I wrote more down. A schedule. Lists. Anything. I’m so disorganized.
The Rajasthani melons have taken off. Today the tiny first one appeared. Amazing. It helped my crappy mood. But still couldn’t be bothered to take a snap.
Tater alley relocated to the front porch. The sun is just too much. Eric moved half as a test. I don’t think HR offered them a relo package.
Twenty pounds of cherries pitted and mostly put up. Super sweet. Like little plums.
So hot. I feel the worst for stray pets. Dumped. Breaks heart.
Meh.