Now I am tired and sad, missing Molli. It is thundering and lightning here. We are finally getting the rain that was threatening last night. The rain barrels were already full, but it's good to have rain again. The garden loves rain and warm weather and sun. I will have to give away more lettuce; we can't eat it all fast enough. As it gets hotter, it is starting to bolt--grow taller, go to seed, and taste bitter. We have Black-Seeded Simpson, Red Sails and Buttercrunch. Buttercrunch tastes the best.

I read some yesterday, a book by Louisa May Alcott that was discovered 100 years after her death. It is melodramatic--the story of an unhappy love affair of a young girl and a much older worldly man. Gardened some, although it was too hot most of the day. We had drinks on the deck, waiting for the rain. I made a sort of not-too-great dish with turkey leftovers, that didn't seem worthy of being Vanessa's Mother's Day treat. But she loves the mocha cupcakes I made for the party Saturday. They are good--Molli frosted them! We didn't take her out yesterday because it seemed likely to be crowded at all the good places. We will go out tonight.