These are called ‘donut peaches’ and are super good.

One of the presents I got myself for my birthday

Because I clearly didn’t have enough Dylan books

He made this little metal clip so that the thermometer can hang on the edge of the utensil canister and not get lost.

If I had nothing to do for the rest of my life but bike on this rail trail, I’d be happy.

When other lilacs are past their prime, Wyman is just hitting his stride!

The spring garden is a victorious plethora of lettuce, radishes, and carrots!

Been cleaning my office a little at a time. That armrest that’s been worn away – the keyboard where the letters on the keys have been literally worn off, the texture of my fingers having become ingrained onto the plastic. Day by day this will feel less raw & visceral.

(I did not use that same chair for 29 years of telecommuting, but it may have been that very same keyboard this whole time… and it was this office.)

This tray was full of green zebra tomato seedlings a week ago. Where did they all go? No one knows…

We can rebuild them. Stronger. With a clear tray over them.

I did another honey-colored one. That just happened to be where the best mohair ended up this year.