Only good mail through the slot: warm Poetry (September issue, the mailman's sun-heated bag) and an invitation to my grandbaby's shower.
An unintended afternoon nap, drifting off after wondering, "Was that thunder or a racket in the parking lot?" and waking to the sound of rain.
Oh, the blessed blankness where the headache used to be.
The weekly ask-the-host time in the community garden; learning about compost tea and pouring some around plants that could use a boost; finding and banishing a tomato hornworm; being glad that the rain did the work of watering today; seeing the tiny prism of raindrops hanging off the bottoms of cherry tomatoes; receiving two beautiful eggplants from a gardening neighbor and an invitation to take some of his prolific basil; discussing possible fall crops; the strange pleasure of sweating in 95-degree heat.
Seeing photos from good things elsewhere: a peaceful nursery ready to welcome its baby; a new homeowner getting acquainted with what's growing on his land; friends in Ferguson to listen and learn and show and tell.
Live music, played well, with a full and attentive audience.
How was your day?
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