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The machine shed hostas are at a good stage right now. Corn in rows behind them.

I bought a new hosta this year - it's in the lower left corner of the pic below. It's a hosta of the year and it has the fascinating name Albiqua Drinking Gourd.

Mine is a baby and has a way to go.

Another shot of Terry.

There were a few people who were wondering what is going on in my life and or in my mind.

It's funny. Sometimes it's easier to post pictures than it is to empty your soul.

Sometimes it's easier to do nothing than it is to type a few words about what is going on in your life.

Sometimes it's not that important to do it or not to do it.

I am fine. I am here. We had rain today which we needed.

I am alone. Jim went to the Cities to see a ball game and the Hopper drawings at the Walker Art Center.

When it started to rain this afternoon I took a nap and slept the sleep that forgets what time it is. I woke at 6 (or 7 or maybe it was closer to 8), I thought it was Sunday morning. When it started to get dark, I got scared and looked at the weather on the net. I actually though the internet was broken because it told me it was still Saturday.

I finally reset my personal clock back twelve hours and now I'm sure it's still Saturday. But I still feel a bit disoriented.

I am fine. I am happy. I am lucky.

My job is generally ok. At least I think it is and I guess that is what you were asking. Right? I worked Friday from 5 am to 1 pm. Regular hours are Monday through Thursday 6 am to 4:30 pm.

My birthday is next Thursday and I will be 68. The Red Cross is coming to the town I where I work that day and I plan to give blood after work.

My 50th high school class reunion is in October. I never go to them.

I went to the Farmers Market in the town where I work on Wednesday afternoon. I bought a bunch of sugar - a pecan pie and two kinds of cookies from an Amish woman and two kinds of cookies from a non-Amish woman. I froze everything but the molasses cookies which I left on the counter in their plastic bag. Stripey Butt got into them and made a mess. Jim tried one and said he didn't like them. So I suppose Gracie gets the rest. I'm saving the pecan pie for the next family gathering.

The lawn is freshly mowed. Jim and the Kubota made the rounds last night. My hops is getting very tall. I bought it a trellis which it promptly over grew. Now I need to run twine strings from the top of the trellis to the roof of the corncrib. There is no holding back a hops when it decides to grow.

When John was home last time we tackled the pea tree. We got two spading forks and dug around its base - maybe three feet out all around it. John got the Village Farm and Home pruning saw and cut away all the dead wood. I got a five gallon pail of Jim's bucket of manure that he brought up for me and we worked it into the soil. I still have the magic elixir from Walmart - the vitamins for plants that are on their last legs. I will try that next. Meanwhile, the pea tree's one green shoot still looks about the same.

The pea tree came with the farm and it's sort of symbolic. It's a shrub of the mimosa family with fine cut leaves and yellow flowers that turn into pods with little peas in them.

I am a little bit in love. Only a little bit and I want to keep it that way. Grand passions are way too much trouble.