Damp outside. Smells fresh. All the brown spots are ready to
sprout weeds. Today Hollie and I will walk to the farmers’ market. She loves
the apples. I’m up for the pears. Both of us want the squash varieties. That’s
it for an agenda. Karen is back from her trip to Arizona. She will be here for
a few more days looking for a place to live. The surf is high from a southern
storm. I want to watch it.
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