I talked about Rathweg’s book again, the numbers on my house, and the lovely petrichor this morning. Like the pencil shavings from the old school crank sharpeners.

Not just the external weather. I’m a bit foggy this morning, too.

Talked about trying to find self published authors, Gabriell Rathweig’s From Chef to Crafter…, and adventures in bread baking.

Storms coming in from the southwest. The overnight didn’t offer much by way of cooling. That’s pretty normal for this place.

The recorder worked this morning. I talked about Jerry Boyd, Fallout 4, and the grasses already forming up seed heads.

It’s that time of year where I need to walk at sunrise – or as near as I can get to it. I’ve been horrible about keeping to my values. I want to get back to them so – with luck and a tube of stick-to-it, we’ll start the year again today.

Mostly pointless rambling about Fallout 4 and the landscape around me. Workmen due today. With luck, only one day.

Mostly I talked about the plants along the way, pens, and playing Fallout 4.

Mindless rambling for the most part. Very quiet out there this morning.

The camera did catch the hot air balloon, just above the taller trees on the horizon left of center. It made me happy to see it out there this morning.

Not that I saw any bluebirds but it was a lovely – if somewhat chilly – walk this morning.

I talked about the bushes and grasses. The seasonal disconnect between haiku summer and astronomical summer. Fallout 4. I don’t think I gave any spoilers.

Been almost a month. Good to catch up, sorta.

Talked about getting hearing checked, house painted. The Cat a little.

I don’t know why I suddenly decided it was 9am instead of 7. I got it right at the beginning of the walk but maybe that tells you something about my mindset.

Got my stuff together early this morning and took it on the road. Talked a lot about the landscaping.

It’s looking a lot more like spring. I talked pens and reading mostly.

There’s a wood chipper just after the Monk Post. I clipped it out and put a beep in its place. I might have gotten the Monk Post in that trim job. It was really loud.