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Mostly daylilies with late afternoon sunshine coming through. The ones that still bloom are the tougher ones, maybe not so pretty but you gotta give them credit for survival.

No work tomorrow. Nice. Jim says I should go to Decorah tomorrow (by myself) and have breakfast either at T-Bocks or the Hotel Winnesheik. And take my massively overdue library books back (be prepared to pay the fine piper). And get myself another inhaler. I can only buy one a month = which is not a problem but if I want to make some sort of stockpile to last me into next year I need to get moving. My deductible must be satisfied by now. As if a deductible is ever satisfied. As if any of us is ever satisfied.

I always feel a trip needs a reason. Or a sharing. It’s not something to do by yourself. Things you do my yourself are naps and solitaire and baths. Some of those things might be improved by company and not always. Free happiness or double your money back.

Gracie and I took the Buick to see Joana this evening. Gracie sat in the passenger seat and looked out the windows. She’s a bit nervous in the car. She pants a lot. Jim has been brushing her and she’s almost down to her sleek summer coat. At Joana’s she sat and laid down as requested. She thought there might be something in it for her. Joana gave us some green beans she’d gotten at Monday’s farmers market and I took home some clothes to wash.

Here’s a pic of Gracie and the oats field.

The oats got rained on repeatedly. Jim bought a tedder, a rake like machine that fluffs up hay. He seems to like it. Tedders are old technology. When hay conditioners came out they were separate machines that followed the mower to run the swathe of cut grass between their rollers to break the stems and generally dry the hay more quickly. Now all mowers have built in rollers to crush the hay to make it dry. Generally tedders aren’t needed but years like this when it rains and rains and rains, farmers look for something to help get the crop in. I don’t have a picture of ours but I’ll get you one.

The landscape is lush. Days of high humidity alternate with dryer breezier days that send white clouds skating across the sky. It’s summer.