how can it be?

I never had an argument about it but it has finally occurred to me that I don’t approve of May thirty-first. It should have been the thirtieth and no more. But I don’t know where you’d put it—the thirty-first, I mean.

Just saying.

Anyway, it’s a lovely warm day here and it’s the end of the month and I am gradually getting better. Behaved, disciplined, rested.

I’m coming back.

But not today.

will this day be better?

I don’t know.

Yes, a bit better. I finished my transplants and I sowed my seeds and I tidied a bit. I have to sweep up the dirt. I´m a messy gardener. And I did my laundry.

But my sitting area is fine and I sat out under an umbrella with a little red wine on ice and a crab wrap for an early supper and read NYTs. Nice.

More to come. Maybe.