Sunday Stroll

Over half inch of rain Friday and Saturday, in my Coach Fisher gifted rain gauge. I’ll be mowing again at the end of the week. Rain makes hay and it’s getting time to cut it.

When I went out early to walk, I saw Floppsy eating clover. Then just ahead hid from Farmer MacGregor, I spied Peter Cottontail. On a little farther, I ran into the winner of the race going slow but sure just like me. 

My Library has a book for me—The Frozen River by Ariel Lawton. It’s fiction but based on the life of Martha Ballard, an 18th-century midwife. I think the setting is Maine. I’ve read 5 chapters online and I am happy to get a real book.  I’m working on a baby blanket for my yoga instructor. She’s going to be a grandmother in October. Sister Fleta is coming this weekend. We’ll work on our family tree.  Astrid and Logan are back home in Galla Meadow after a week at the beach.  I’m trying to stay positive. Still not keeping up with the news and the wars and poverty around the world. I can’t stop the insanity so why watch it.