70 goddamn degrees outside. Dwarf irises blossoming, and I can finally see my scilla coming up. Also, second mass shooting in a week. So, climate change! America!
Spent more time outside today than in the past two months, I’ll bet. We walked, we sat on a blanket. He discovered that when he tilts his head back, he can see Hoy and me through the little widow in the shade of his stroller. Perhaps relatedly, he started turning around in his high chair to look at Ganesha behind him.
Took it easy today. Got enough done, didn’t fuss. It felt mighty good. Hanging out in gratitude for my garden, my family; Hoy keeps saying “a finer day we won’t see all year” each nice day, and he’s right.