In my newfound solitude, I managed to crank out many pages of uranium editing, finish the syllabus for next weekend's poetry retreat, and harvest all of my potato plants. What a relief.

So today, after another batch of editing, I get to go outside and decide what to show at the Harmony Fair exhibit hall. I'm thinking of sunflowers . . .

. . . and perhaps dahlias . . .

. . . and possibly pickling cucumbers, or yellow potatoes, or cherry tomatoes, or chard . . .