I worked up a sweat weeding and then planting garlic (to be harvested next May), and I took out the dead big stuff in the garden (tomatoes and peppers). And damned if the code enforcement guy didn't put another caution tag on my door saying to mow the grass. What is it with this guy, that he figures he'll beat me to the yard work I have planned? But the grass isn't too tall, so perhaps he has confused the weeds in the garden with tall grass in the lawn. I need to speak to him face-to-face one of these days. Figure out what the heck he thinks he's doing. This yard is never going to conform to the standard monoculture turf and tidy edge gardens. How dull.

Dinner was wonderful this evening, a piece of tilapia (floured and sauteed in butter) with two sides, one of a plate of the babaghanouj I made yesterday and pita, and a bowl of the chicken stew I also made yesterday. The stew was the little bit that didn't fit into the large container for the rest.