I'm still doing the low-carb high-protein and fat diet, but when I went into Costco to pick up a rotisserie chicken for the weekend I walked past the produce endcap with yellow peaches. It was a mistake to give them a sniff - that ripe peach aroma shot me straight back to my childhood of sitting on the back porch steps, leaning forward to avoid drips while eating ripe fruit off our tree. I brought home a case and have already eaten one.

Worked in the greenhouse again today, lubricating a few rusty tools and winding new string on the spools for the trimmer. I also found a few things to throw away. I need to find more wire forms that my cucumbers can climb on. They're growing fast right now and I already have several small cukes in view.

Now that I'm on prednisone again and trying to avoid the stress hormones, the best way is to avoid reading the news first thing in the morning. I glanced at some today but set it aside quickly because it's there waiting to gang up on you. That said, in news of a less-political sort, for a somber look at how quickly houses and their people and contents can be emptied out, this account of a family on the Guadalupe is firsthand from a writer at the Texas Monthly.