
And I’m All Stomach


When your sleep is right, and your estrogen’s right… ain’t nothin’s bad.

On my lunch break I bike to this road and back.
When I bike up the road a few hundred yards and turn around, I almost always sigh at the lovely sight before me, whatever time of year. I envy the people whose house abuts this view (although the marsh probably breeds mosquitoes and flooding). Today there were two cars of people stopping to take pictures. I read that we are about a week behind peak foliage, and I believe it – normally the world is on fire when I go to Tunbridge, and instead it’s just starting to spark.

Say hello to a brand-spanking new mailbox including finished post courtesy of the guy who every now and then gets something done around here!

Let’s make this clear: Summer rules the calendar. The ability to seamlessly slide between indoors & outdoors without additional protective gear being donned instantly seems to enlarge the world. Balmy summer air is a whole-body caress. Food comes right out of the ground. The whole world seems to be on your side.
The only consolation around summer’s inevitable end is that at least we get Fall. Fall’s consolation prizes:
I mean, if we had to dive directly from summer to winter? Thank you, Fall.
But first. I got five more days of summer to go, bucko. Make it count.
Those are my two regrets about my teen years. I wish I’d dated other people, and I wish I’d been happier.

I thought I was just going out to pick some little tomatoes – I thought the string beans* were done. Far from it!
*Mostly shown here are Dragon Tongue string beans. They’re good – even when they get overgrown (as shown) they taste good and not mealy.

In the Champlain Islands searching for flat biking roads. So many hidden little gems on the lake. No, person in the water is nobody we know.
“To have high morale is to believe that you are able to do the things you want to do; to have low morale is to believe the opposite… Morale is your motive force, and you live or die by its maintenance.” https://guzey.com/morale/
Outward: beautiful day
Forward: going to give a talk at the Fair!
One bad thing: something gross happened, will not elaborate.
Here’s a picture of bright red fungus we saw on a walk over the weekend.
