Driving to the lake, Stella's garden, and a bag full of babies.

There's something strange in your neighborhood- who you gonna call?

On my way out to Stella's to water her plants, these are for sale in someone's yard. 

It is supposed to rain for the next four days- Stella will be back in five so it is possible that I will not drive out there again for that purpose. I may drive out and pick up one of these vehicles for garden art. Pretty sure they can't ambulance any more.

This chair ,in the garden, is  not wanting a sitter.  Or if one does sit be prepared for a rude surprise.

There are so many potted plants and garden plants that it took me two hours to get them all soaked. 

There is an abundance of elves and fairies and decapitated heads- garden art.

I took some orphans along to ride in a little boat left on the counter for that purpose, but I am shit with keys- I could not make a single one work. I am used to it. Keys always give me problems. When Stella and I travel she is usually the unlocker person. Key skills. 

Came home - this bag  full of babies waiting for an egg on the deck.

Muddy forest finger painting on the glass. Dennis has washed it twice in a week. Also washed the deck. 

Only about an inch thick , mud and forest and animal odor. I kind of like the smell of wild animals- especially raccoons. It is not terrible like cats or dog poop- just - wild, nature.

Pretty  today. Quiet for a Saturday, but then the border is still closed so the Canadians can not come down to their summer homes on the lake and raise hell.  They do like to Par-Tay and you know how sound magnifies on water. Covid  situation has been good in a lot of respects- prioritizing, staying close to home, not spending cash, ( except for orphan adoption ), not driving around  much, thinking of others, making bread for the neighborhood. being still in ourselves- stopping the mad dashes to nowhere. As freaky and existential as it has been, I think humans really needed a smack down.