what we all want to see are PUTIN’s Trump Files!  There’s sure to be plenty Epsteins in those, too…

Meanwhile we had plenty of entertainments of our own as Linda shopped the Gardner Farmer’s Market on our way to La Veta for a Celebration of Life honoring local legend and force of nature Pat McMahon, exchanging a plentitude of platitudes with those few I knew among the multitudes…we lasted about an hour before heading home, missing the slide show [didn’t learn

of it until much later], assaulted by salts from the copious refreshments and mightily impressed

by the turnout, to continue our projects until Sunday,

the Libre Workday, wherein an enthusiastic fencing crew descended on the edge of the meadow to implement much needed repairs and upgrades in a whirlwind two hours before

moving on to shadier pastures. Two hours standing around in the sun trying to be useful left

me pretty wiped out and then came Monday, up the creek after two day’s absence,

down to Gardner for no mail, a small rain and our biweekly sessions with Desireé.

Woods again…

surprised by a crazy storm at day’s end…and the next morning,

seeking but not finding the elusive post-pluvial boletes, our old resting spot compromised by Man Against Nature [way to go, Man!] we moved on as

at least dogs need no logs to sit on.

The road out…up to noodling and doodling, dinner, more glories…

ends of days.