I spent the better part of the morning in the garden.  Seems like it's been awhile since I've been able to put in a whole morning there.  Things have been a little waterlogged lately.  But up until about two today the weather was just perfect.  Sunny and in the high seventies.  A few fluffy white clouds rolling by overhead.  Not a care in the world.

Not too much has changed since we last checked in on it.  Though the sedum is starting to pop, and the ligularia's in bloom.  Other than that the zinnias and dahlias are still doing their thing, the rose of sharon is in season, and those darling little chocolate cosmos are going like gangbusters...


I beat the rain home by mere minutes — no small feat, seeing as the trip is about three-quarters of an hour by bike.  I even stopped at the Weeks Footbridge to take some pictures of a forbidding sky...


...and took my time getting cruised by a fascinatingly hirsute jogger in nothing but his trainers and tiny shorts doing some sort of elaborate yoga routine obviously meant to expose as much of himself to passersby as physically (and spiritually?) possible. 

Unfortunately, I have no pictures to share with you.  He was devilishly good-looking, but a little too hairy even for me.  I mean, in all but the direst of cases I am a staunch foe of excessive manscaping.  All of my best-loved lovers have been hairy.  But you could always tell which was the front and which was the back.  That's somewhat important to me.

My guy today needed a good waxing, that's all.  Even his front, the hair was just all over, willy-nilly, no direction, no rhyme or reason.  I know some people find excessive body hair repulsive.  I'm not repulsed by it in the least, it's just that I don't want to have to ask directions to get where I'm going.

He was interesting to observe, though, twisting himself up into a big, hairy pretzel there on the Weeks Footbridge.  And after a glance or two back and forth — enough to express mutual admiration without committing to mutual desire, I was on my way, pedaling home just ahead of the rain.