We have leaves

Not all trees are in full leaf, but we have enough that you can no longer peer straight through a woods. I don’t wonder that Robert Frost didn’t write a poem about stopping by a woods on a summer’s night. It would have been been akin to stopping by a wall.

But, anyway, we also have rain today, and I think it is predicted for some days in the future. I guess we will deal with it. One way or another. Yesterday I broke out my well-known crushable olive-green hatwear. It does get wet itself . . . but it dries fast. Something is off in that logic, but the heck with it. Actually, it is great in the sun, with the mesh crown, and it sops up sweat quite well.

I was really tired last night and kept my head under the blankets long after daylight.

I am declaring full war on dandelions this year. They have annoyed me, popping there heads just above the mowed plane of the grass. I just want to go out there and yell at them.

Uh, could you hear me?