Much to celebrate today. The smoke from the Canadian fires that had me coughing all day Monday have finally blown off to the mainland.  The sky is bright clear blue again.  Driving to my last PT session at Seashore Point in Ptown on Wednesday, we could see the yellowish smoke rolling in. We can only hope they get the fires under control and we stay clear.

That was my final appointment for rehab on my elbow. I have the exercises, so now it’s up to me. It’s far less painful and I can do a lot more with that arm now.  It will never be pain-free, but it’s greatly improved.  Now we have four hours more in our week. 

Woody has put down the whole drip system on the vegetable gardens. Ornamentals and the pollinator garden and herbs we must water with hoses. We should finally empty the greenhouse. There are only some peppers that when we planted the others, were too small.  Now they are big and ready to go. 

Woody is going to sneak them into his garden.

 I have one remaining plant that is for shade or partial shade, a pretty foliage plant.  That I should plant today.  Maybe was an extraordinarily busy month in the garden for both of us.  Spring was such a rollercoaster, in the 70s one day and down to freezing the next night that we put off planting the tender seedlings weeks longer than we usually do.  So the rush coincided with prepping for my

workshop the week of June 12th.  Right after the Belmont stakes.  They are pushing the Triple Crown races later till 7 to squeeze more ads in.

On Friday evening, we celebrated our 47th anniversary of being together and our 42nd year of marriage.  Except during covid when everything was off limits, we go to Moby Dick’s for a lobster dinner.  We brought a bottle of cold champagne.  It’s one of our rituals.  Tonight, we’ll celebrate Dale’s 79th birthday along with of course his partner Stephen, and Tasha and Stephanie, mother and daughter. Tasha is making hors d’oeuvres. I’ll cook the rest of the meal including a rhubarb And strawberry pie that Dale requested.  I offered to make a cake, but he likes pie better.  Me too.

When the sunflower seeds run out this week, Woody will stop feeding the birds until fall and I will stop eating with binoculars just beside my plate to grab when bird that looks interesting shows up. Rhododendrons are in full bloom in back of the house and to the south, past the vegetable gardens.  Most are huge bushes, many panted when I first moved here in 1971. I had three more including a rare

yellow one that were killed when the new oil tank was put in. For many folks, anything they didn’t plant is just a weed.

Yesterday was hot.  Now we’re hoping, begging for rain.