Sleepy Louise kitty. I have to admit that I’m sympathetic to Louise’s very, very lazy approach to life. I feel like this week has gone on forever, and I’m hoping that on Saturday we’re able to just hole up and not do things. I suspect, of course, that this will not be quite how it actually plays out, but I can continue to hope.
I have a huge backlog of things to post about, and haven’t had the time to sit down and string two words together. A not-insubstantial portion of spare time this week has been dedicated to sleeping–I seem to have caught some sort of bug, and have been hard-pressed to do much more than sleep. I was hoping to make some more jam this weekend, but I might have to put it off until next weekend, instead.
The garden is about to turn a corner again, I think. After the early bounty of green beans, peas, chard, and tomatoes, we’ve had several weeks with very little to harvest save for yellow teardrop tomatoes. We’ve got several almost-ripe tomatoes, though, and it looks like the rest of them are on their way, as well. I can’t wait–I’ve not eaten nearly enough tomatoes this summer, and I intend to remedy that as soon as possible.
I’ll leave you with a picture of a kitten sleeping in a bowl. Maura loves to play with my mixing bowls, and Charlie, for some reason, loves to sleep in them.
And now I’m off to bed.