Another week heading into Saturday. As always, I have more planned than I can or will accomplish. Traveled two hours south and east to Rhineland for a doctor's appointment and stopped at my favorite nursery, Stoney Creek in Minocqua. As always, a tremendous selection of typical and unusual perennials, but at higher prices. I put the four plants in when I got home and got the backyard gardens deadheaded. Benny was fascinated with an American Toad in one of the beds, but did not hurt him. When the toad would jump, so would he. Quite amusing. It is supposed to rain in the morning, but if it lets up enough, I would like to trial the pinhole camera at Lake Superior and the mouth of the Montreal River from Superior Falls to the big lake. Then pick Wild Thimbleberries on the way home. One way or another, those two things will happen this weekend.
“There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.”
― Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer