Today Camera Girl entrusted me with a job she calculated I was capable of performing; renewing the licenses for the dogs. And yet I failed. Turns out the town hall is closed on account of Juneteenth. Well. Juneteenth can really sneak up on you. All my preparation, anticipation and concentration undone. Ah well. There’s always next year.
Another beautiful day. Blazing hot sun and hardly a breath of breeze. Well, we wait all winter for this so why complain about what we said we wanted? So, soak in the heat and feel the energy. But all this heat has already got my gardens way ahead of last year’s awful summer of rain marathon. Based on what I can see I’ll have raspberries this week and blueberries next week. And that’s just in time for Princess Sack of Potatoes beginning of summer visit. She’ll be here tomorrow and Friday and she loves raspberries.
The early summer flowers are all over the place. Black-eyed Susans, cone flowers, Shasta daisies, daylilies, clematis, digitalis, roses and Serbian bellflower are blooming all over the place.
The hellebores, rhododendrons, peonies and irises are already finished and the lupines are down to their last gasp. Last year everything was late and stunted. And the Elecampane I put in two years ago is already about six feet tall even before it’s flowered.
Of course, all this fertility hasn’t gone unnoticed by my neighbors. The rabbits and the deer have been enjoying the raspberry and blueberry bushes and also nibbling down some of the outlying hostas and Solomon seal plants but as Camera Girl reminds me everybody’s gotta eat. Yeah, but why here?
But not everything is sweetness and light. Massive repair work is in my future. Contractor negotiation and management is upon me. Oh, the pain, the pain. Well, the money pit is well named.
I haven’t noticed too much about the election in November that’s worth discussing this week. Biden is falling apart and various groups of people are beginning to notice and the Democrat upper echelons seem to be circling like sharks waiting to put him out of his misery. But there’s not that much for us to say until they pull the plug or the ripcord or whatever the correct metaphor is for this termination.
But whoever and however the Democrats run their race it is the ballot harvesting and drop box stuffing that will probably determine the winner in Pennsylvania. My hope though is that there will be enough video and other documentation of the fraud to convince the great majority of Americans of the truth about our “election integrity.” If that is accomplished then a real threshold will have been crossed. Hopefully enough people will stop trying to force reality to correspond with their idealistic conception of how our leaders are “elected” and move onto concentrating their energies on protecting themselves and their families from the regime and its destructive practices.
A friend in town has donated a large collection of books on Shakespear to me. So of course I’m a kid in the candy store. One of the best types of books in the collection are paperback copes of individual plays. This tends to be much handier than my large heavy “complete works” volumes which are large and heavy and tend to have small print! I especially want the tragedies and some of the better comedies in that form. Let’s start with Hamlet, King Lear and Much Ado About Nothing. That should keep me busy for a while.