Monday, 8:00 AM. 66 degrees, wind WNW, calm. The channel is calm, the sky partly cloudy and the barometer predicts the same.Poor Lucky is having a tough time lately. He said something wrong to Greta’s lady flat coat retriever and got roughed up and his dignity bruised, and this morning he ignored cautions and got himself tangled in Erick’s electric garden fence. Life can be tough on an old guy.
We are getting into the season of fruits. The red twigged dogwood, Cornus stolonifera, has very decorative white fruit clusters. The bark of the native dogwoods was once used to treat malaria, as it contains quinine, but the Peruvian Cinchona has long since replace it in use.
The apples of the wild tree on Eleventh Street that Erick has been pruning into shape are already golf ball size. “As sure as God made little green apples, “we are in mid- summer already.
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