Very…

…sunny, warm, and still. (Not my favorite weather.) Younger folks off to Providence Bay. Older ones cooling their heels off the end of the dock. Below, a few older photos: Joe Pye weed (roadside), boneset (along the shore), and wild sweet pea (on hill above marina).

Surrounded…

…by big stink-potters. So we sailed the Windrider instead.

And we were able to get the Windrider out of its slip thanks to warfinger Jim’s hard work cutting and raking weed. Below is just a small sample. According to him, he has already filled a dump truck.

Threat of Rain…

…but threat only.

Oarlock risers on little white dinghy nearly finished; same with Heliotrope porthole screen. Groceries shopped.

Go Kamala.

"The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness."

John Kenneth Galbraith

Sheepish…

…though the animals exhibited by the three farm girls in the family were anything but. Big, powerful, obstreperous, in need of guidance would be how I’d describe them. Lots of ribbons were won (although we didn’t much like the judge). Photos by Mimi and me.