It’s another beautiful day. I’m going to the Cambridge Food Pantry to take my weekly photos of the food truck arriving from the pantry bank in Albany. Maria is coming separately to help with stacking.

My next Mansion meditation class is on Monday. I miss the crew; they’re off to Walmart this Friday. Tomorrow, I have my Blog Zoom and am also going to the dentist to get a crown for my implant. My big mouth will be full of teeth again.

Thanks for all the messages announcing your own “Yay-Day” for yourselves. It is a good idea.

 

(Zip marches by the gate every morning, his way of letting us know he’s in charge.)

I’m already a narcissist – most writers are – but the stronger I feel, the more good I can do for the world. That’s a good reason to stay alive and healthy. Thursday might be a “Yay-Day” for my country and my life. One affects the other, doesn’t it?

Fanny is limping badly. We think she has a foot abscess. Matt, our farrier, is coming over for a look.

The hens find shade under the lilac bush.

Fate is always ready, but for what?

Grazing is always a beautiful thing to see.

Some color from the garden bed.