Anyway, it's Sunday. I'm off. I'm going to see "Rocketman" this evening.
Oh, and I have to mow my grass this afternoon - tomorrow it's supposed to be rainy.
Cori, the woman who does the artwork for my books, has lived on farms for most of her life. She tells me my big, black snakey friend has probably been living here for some time. My catching a glance of him on my back sidewalk was extremely rare. That's fine with me. I'm tired of having to put mousetraps out every fall. This is how nature works, you know?
And my peaches are maturing:
There are only seven peaches on the tree, but I guess that's just fine for the first crop. Here's a closeup of one:
The only problem is that they're small... about the size of large plums. I thought it was a full size tree, but it's a dwarf so I guess this is about as good as it gets.
On the other hand, my nectarine tree has 17 nectarines. It is not a dwarf, so will grow to between 15 and 20 feet in height. This means I'll end up with baskets of nectarines.