The sun at noon today was only 28.6 degrees above the horizon. Yet atop my bowl of cottage cheese at lunch sat the last of the tomatoes from the garden. In truth, I picked this tomato before I went to DC over 2 weeks ago.
Today was also the real start of the folly building. The town finally issued a permit. The building inspector approved the holes dug for the concrete footings. Thompson Lumber delivered the white oak beams. The builders showed up.
Also today I attended a lecture today on making a meadow. The lecturer said you should not attempt a meadow if you are a neat or control freak. I’d agree with the former but argue on the latter. A meadow is the direct result of a meadow maker intervening to prevent succession.