79 bar steady 29.88 3mph NNW dew-point 56 sunrise 6:07 sunset 8:28 Lughnasa
First Quarter of the Corn Moon moonrise 1432 moonset 2259
More empathy for the sandhogs and ditch diggers from the old sod who threw the new sod. The pit is down as far as I need to take it. Kate and I have to decide now how we want to trick it out. Stone? Metal? What kind of seating? Cooking? When she gets back, we’ll figure it out. She’s the detail person, the finished carpenter to my laborer.
The notion of standing stones in the yard still draws me, makes me want to find the right ones, ones that look like the standing stones in England, Ireland and Brittany. I haven’t put a full court press into it, but I will here at some point.
This afternoon after the nap I’m going to sterilize the hydroponics and set little cubes of various kinds growing in the nursery. I plan to have salad material growing, probably all but tomatoes. They will await another iteration of the hydroponics.
An African object written up, then back to the novels.