Slept a little late, birds are singing and I have to choose between blogging and eating breakfast and walking the dogs and taking my bath...the people in my dream had British accents, probably from watching the vicar of Dibley, a really silly and crude show that made us laugh out loud. It is on Saturday at 10, but we recorded it and watched it last night.

Yesterday: a morning walk, singing at church, sitting on the porch in the sun to eat lunch and read a magazine (it was in the 70s yesterday and sunny), weeding the garden some and setting out my last plants: hellebore and woolly ragwort... couldn't find the ragwort in my garden book, so don't know how I'll like it. Ray mowed some for the first time this year. Captain and Vanessa were away playing bridge. I didn't get to the vacuuming or the laundry...did make supper, eating asparagus and bok choy and herbs from the garden. and strawberries from Earth Fare that were really good. We can go pick some soon.

Now I think every day, "will this be ready before our trip to France?" or after or during? the garden is doing well and rain is forecast this week.