Spent an hour on the patio, gradually pushing my chair back, keeping in the sweet spot—in the shade but not in the puddle produced by the gutter—until my feet and shanks had been exposed to as much sun as I thought wise.
My workouts these days have tended toward circuits, and each circuit usually ends with a core exercise—often hollow-body holds. When I workout under the sycamore tree, this is what I see during that exercise. 🏋🏻♂️ #mbaug
The immature Bald Eagles that I saw last year have grown up! You can’t see it, but I saw an adult Bald Eagle soar over this grassy area, then perch on that tall tree near the center. #mbaug
Ran to Jones Park and did a couple of almost pull ups (chin to bar, but not over bar), brachiated just a bit, then ran on home. 🏃🏻♂️
Taking my coffee out on the patio, watching the dawn light up the trees. A nice change from sitting at the computer.
Check it out: I broke off two squares of 86% dark chocolate precisely along the pre-scored divisions between squares. (Usually I just get random chunks of different squares.)
We’re expecting more total lilies, now that they’ve been given more room, but I do kind of miss the density we had with so many lilies in one small spot. #lilycount 11
Sitting on the patio, drinking a beer and reading The Economist. Jackie is nearby, and expected to return. Kindle on standby for when Economist runs out.
No lilies yesterday, but today #lilycount 2. (And a whole lot of buds that will burst into flower over the next few days.)
Last fall Jackie dug up this whole flowerbed and spread the bulbs, corms, and rhizomes out over double the space, so I’m hoping for an even more spectacular display this year than last. #lilycount 1