I am anything but a gardener. And I can only take the tiniest bit of credit for these beautiful radishes. The lion’s share goes to my husband. But I did water them occasionally. I made sure the weeds didn’t choke them. And, most importantly, I pulled them from the earth.

The top photo is just a log. Probably destined for the wood stove this winter. The photo below that is the log my husband uses to split larger logs into kindling. I like the pattern.

I am not, have never been and will never be a lover of hot humid weather. As we are well into a week of what New York late spring has to offer with regard to comfort, I find it hard to imagine that it will ever be cold again. This picture from just a few months ago made me think otherwise. I’ve just been told that tomorrow brings relief.

I walked into the local health food store yesterday and thought there was some prerecorded bird track playing. One of those mixes that’s supposed to soothe the nerves. But after about 15 seconds I realized that the sound was coming from a closed cardboard box. When opened…this is what I saw. I practically jumped up and down. These little gals were en-route to a farm. I think they are pretty anxious to get out. If you look closely you’ll note some none-too-friendly pecking going on.

I ask, why must it keep raining?