This is weeding day, yesterday was watering day. I water only every 2nd or 3rd day to encourage my crop to stretch those roots down, down , down. Watering day has thus become a herculean task. It has to be done by hand until we get a watering system in place. Just like the bunnies it is up there on the list along with a greenhouse, upgrading the fence, moving the composter and rebuilding the woodshed.
Planning to make a steak and kidney pie later. The only way I can get one to meet my exacting standards is to make it myself or buy one from the English lady at the farmers' market. She makes deliciously authentic Cornish pasties too. Only last Saturday she didn't so here I am in baking mode. Once I get everything cut up and simmering the kitchen will resonate with a full-bodied aroma thick enough to taste.
One should never let the work gods see you relaxing. A quick post I thought and then out into the garden. Never sit on a board regardless of your passion for the cause. Three reports displaying the nasty little high priority symbol glowered at me from the inbox.
Maybe after I've posted I'll feel up to reading them or maybe NOT. Some days are meant only for blueberries and sunshine.