I'm trying to think of something deep and profound to share with you today, and it's just not coming. Sitting here in the dining room with the cat all that is on my mind is superficial stuff like wondering if the incoming clouds are going to bring rain, and goodness look at all those hummingbirds and how soon am I going to run out of sugar to make hummingbird juice and have to go to town for more.



I am in between knitting projects because I finished my sweater and that would be another excuse to go to town. Plus, my friend who lives on a lake has invited me to paddleboat with her, or without her if she isn't home.

Our river is still running high but we had fishermen from the fishing club yesterday. One fell in and got soaked and climbed out over what we call dead man's rock where a rock the size of an easy chair rolled off the riverbank and crushed a trespassing fisherman. I always cringe when I find out someone has been on those rocks, and picture myself with a bullhorn yelling at people to get off them, but it doesn't happen very often.



The characters who were renting up here at the time put paint on the rock, sort of like a chalk outline. I have to admit it came in handy because it was hard to remember which rocks were involved. I think by now it has worn off.



Nice thoughts. I guess I'll go water the petunias.