I’m not mowing this morning because it is too wet. Not complaining here, because a couple of summers ago, I opened the door every morning to really hot (by Indiana standards) temperatures. The kind where you open the door and then close it. It was real good sweating weather.

I may or may not attempt to transplant some ferns from LaGrange to this place. Yes, my life is that dull, which given my level of motivation is not all that bad.