The garden is like a jungle, lush and fecund. No one I invited to come over and pick vegetables actually did, so there were a lot of big overgrown cucumbers and zucchini, as well as plenty of tomatoes and peppers. Surprisingly, all my bean vines decided to merge into one. Anyway, everything is healthy, and I have some new growth on all my orchids, so I'm happy. One of my two-year-old Japanese maples needed a good deep watering, but that's about it.
So far jet lag has been minor. We stayed up until about 11 on Saturday, and got up at about 6 yesterday. We crashed at about noon for three hours, then stayed up until regular bedtime. Malida woke me up at 6 this morning chanting, "Coffee! Coffee! Get up and write your journal!" So here I am.
I went to the farmers market yesterday and bought a bunch of fruit. Stone fruits such as peaches are in season, and everything smelled wonderful. Somewhere along the way I lost my wallet. I went to pay the mushroom girl for her mushrooms, and it was gone. The mushroom girl just handed me the mushrooms, and said, "on the house," which was such a kind gesture.
I went over to talk to my friend Allie to see if he knew if there was a lost and found, and he told me to look for the guy with the white cowboy hat who was the market manager. I found him, and he asked my name. When I told him, he went to his truck and produced my wallet, intact. Some nice person had turned it in. I went back and paid the mushroom girl.
The mushroom girl, who doesn't like having her picture taken, but agreed anyway.
It's good to be home. I will go to the post office after my walk this morning and collect all the mail they have been holding for me. After that I will take a look at my course site and figure out what I need to prepare for my class tomorrow evening. I can't even remember the topic. I ordered a new external hard drive, which should get here this afternoon. I will use it to archive my photographs. That's my next project.
For the moment, I will enjoy this life I have.
