Just me, talking to myself this month. . .

I cleared out some clutter in the fridge; I had a bowl of strawberries and made jam. Came out with four half-pints (small batch, but every little bit is nice later on after canning season!)

I started with a clean sink and now it is piled high with pans, bowls, and canning implements. I'll wash them in the morning.

One of the code enforcement officers from the village (we aren't missing our village idiot. . .) left a paper on the door about "sweeping your grass clippings from the street." They must have looked with a magnifying glass. I swept after I trimmed, but then I mowed and must have dropped a few strands into the street. I found that late when I checked the mail, when it was already dark. I'll go hit the curb with a broom. They start their patrol at the crack of dawn and I wouldn't put it past one of those yahoos to write a ticket at 6:30am.

SRS