(Most of the trees and bushes on the lawn have white flowers, taking turns blooming from May to June.)
It may have been a holiday yesterday, but the town's preparations for a parade and barbecue only got in our way. We are turning a poor-doer alfalfa stand near our old Carter Hill house into cornland, so it had to be plowed, smoothed and planted.
Back at home, I had a sick chicken, and the smoke from Quebec was creating an atmospheric haze. Things don't look too good for the chicken.
