Apparently, we now have a monsoon season. Given our spring and summer have consisted of downpours, interspersed with hellish temperatures, it's now a jungle out there. Slimmie has been kept on his toes, since the mice apparently have mistaken the house for Noah's Ark and have systematically ignored the 'two' requirement.
The little bit I did get to plant is doing well - and I haven't had to water the plants in days. Or is it weeks?
On a sad note, my sister's husband passed away, after a long battle with lung cancer. She had to travel to NH for the wake and funeral, and we (as in me, myself and my friend, Rosie) managed to look after Mom and hold things loosely together while she was away.
|Barry and Dad in better|
|My beautiful sister with her|
On a happier note, she and I managed to get to our favorite local museum, the Clark in Williamstown, MA, to see an exhibition of Nikolai Astrop, a Norwegian artist (1880-1928). It was a lovely respite for both of us.
|Portrait of the artist|
|One of his exceptional and complicated|
wood block prints.