So I tried it again. in These titles mean nothing.

Drawer number three defeated me.

Besides manuals for farm equipment that has not been on the farm in 35 years, there was son John’s (good) report cards, a compass (the pointy kind with a hand sharpened pencil in its grip), a protractor (how we measured angles when we guessed - though come to think about it, most angle measurement is guessing), a collection of key rings, a collection of tape measures, and I can’t remember what else. Oh and road maps, Minnesota, Nebraska and Texas. The only things I threw away were another old telephone book and a telephone jack cord from the days of dial-up.

I can’t seem to reach the nirvana of de-cluttering. It never makes me feel good. I must not be doing it right.

I did bring in the clothes and I cooked some brat patties - they had cranberries in them, they were special - for sandwiches. I had a nap. I brought in the clothes from the clothesline and folded the towels and put the rest away.

I took the photo of the rose above. It’s a better picture than a rose, but so what.

The walnut trees are starting to have walnuts

The light was perfect when I got home. The trees against the clouds and the sky was perfect. But instead of taking pictures I took a nap. So the pictures are from later when the lights was lower and of different intensity.

Here’s less intense monarda. Looks a little mildewed.