Well,
Today was mostly spent in Medford...always a consumerism, nasty joy. Sarcasm notwithstanding, it is fun in a strange way to take a break from the glorious green of our beautiful piece of land, and chug some Starbucks, take in an OK at best movie, and to realize once more how truly lucky we are to live where we live. Not that there isn't merit in adulterated and overpriced, corportate coffees, but the ease of it is rewarding on occasion.
Coming home is always ultimately more satisfying on a level incomprehensible, but deeply felt.
Bogart in all his pitifulness was let outside this evening with instructions from me to Rhubarb to keep an eye on him. Not that he'll get very far with a Victrian collar and a bell on, but hey, I worry about my Schmoegy.
Quesadillas, in all their quick and tasty starch goodness were on the menu for dinner tonight. Simple and efficient.
Tonight will be more devoted to getting some more starts in the ground, and a thorough watering of the garden tonight, as well as in the morning. Goonie and Rhubarb will be departing the farm for a couple of days to assist on a farm to the west. That is that.
That's all for now...
CIAO
Goonie
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