Weather Report: Persephone Where Are You?

Woefully, I have slid behind this week; some sort of grayish-colored procrastination perhaps due to digging out sweaters and piling coats over the bed covers to stay warm since all the winter stuff is boxed up and in the attic. Then again, maybe just the procrastination. Oh yes, and I got hooked on Mad Men and Grace & Frankie. Apologies.

The household is still in high gear with end-of-school-year and music events surging through our days. Wendy, busier than ever, has John home today who is industriously occupied with a honey-do list. Nice seeing the porch screening in better repair again. They both went to Keoni's school early today where a small ceremony took place as Keoni was named student of the month. Aidan had his final PRYSM concert last Saturday at Haverford School auditorium.

Special award for Aidan for putting in so many practice hours.

Cello Man...

...and with brother.

Tucson friends, Carol and Janie, attended Janie's sister Lynda Benglis' opening for her sculptures Water Sources at Storm King Art Center in Windsor, New York. It's close enough that I can think about getting there, too. Carol sent these...

Also heard from, indirectly, via Carol's messages was Terry in Oregon...

Thanks, Terry.

Today, I ate the biggest, sweetest blackberry that I have ever seen...

My blackberry selfie.

Keoni's friend Steph(anie) came over and the boys made pancakes for their lunch. Then, played a tune for her...





The wind came up late morning and I opened the windows so that the cold air would blow out. Now it is up to 70 degrees in my bedroom from the 62 early this morning. Yea!

There is something deeply satisfying taking the walk around the nine acres here. Keoni came with me on one for which I am glad as he solved the problem with the iPhone that I was having with dull-toned pictures. I had inadvertently turned on a filter which I hadn't known existed. Oy! Also, found a way to expunge the filter from the already downloaded pix with Mac Photo software.

I enjoy the five chickens so industriously consuming plant and bug life making their yolks turn orange.

Three Leghorns.

Americanas. (Egg shells of these two are pastel green.)

Let's go check the tall grass.

Who goes first?

Toby went to the veterinarian this week. It's a good thing he deposited a fecal sample in his carrier as we entered the vet's premises since he no longer uses a litter box, and whereabouts of his buried treasures are unknown. He has worms. No doubt from his confirmed consumption of rodent life.

Today's walk looking back toward the barn.

Pasture blossoms.

The year-and-a-half old, split rail fence is greying and warping.

The Black Walnut branch.

It's about time to stream Mad Men and see, too, what Grace and Frankie are up to.