Raining almost the whole day. Too wet to do much outside.
Female flowers coming on first marrow.
11 eggs.

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2 Responses to 18.7.39.

  1. FWIW: This post, in my opinion, qualifies as Prose Most Beautiful as I watch the sun rise from behind my Dodge Pickup through a nicotine-stained window pane and Jascha Heifetz plays Tchaikovsky.

  2. Max says:

    No politics today. Maybe the newspapers got soaked by all that rain.


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