Started out fairly early this morning with watering a few, well, maybe a lot, of potted plants. Miz Anne swept off the patio and carport for about the umpteenth time this spring. We keep having windstorms so there are always branches and leaves about. I harvested flat leaf parsley, leaf celery, and oregano. Lots and lots of each, a 3-gallon bucket of parsley, 2-gallons each of celery and oregano. The oregano and celery took no time at all to wash, pat dry, and prepare for the dehydrator. Took the rest of the morning and a lot of the afternoon to get all that parsley done. Did I mention the bucket was packed? I strip the leaves from the stem to avoid drying stuff I don't want. Oregano and parsley are done that way. Oregano is easy because the stem is generally tough. Parsley has to have the leaves individually plucked. The leaf celery gets washed, patted dry and the stems and leaves chopped. I ended up with 5 trays of parsley, 1 of celery, and 2 of oregano. They're drying on the kitchen counter now. All of this was interrupted by a 2-hour nap for the three of us during the heat of the 1 pm to 3 pm hot time. Miz Anne is back out weed eating and preparing to mow the back yard, what there is left of it. We have tomatoes as big as baseballs but no sign of turning color yet. The earliest to show fruit was the Burbank followed by the Early Large Red. The Hungarian paste plants are covered with medium sized pear shaped fruit now. All of the eggplant are in bloom and we have maybe a half dozen lagenaria edible gourd at the 2 or 3 inch stage. The chard is still producing so will have a batch for supper tonight. The New Zealand spinach keeps putting out more leaves the more I pick it. One plant is enough to give us all the greens of that type we could want. The boysenberries continue to give us a dozen or so berries every morning and it appears the mockers aren't bothering them much this year. Went out to get the paper this morning and there were deer dropping in our driveway. I was standing there totally amazed when I noticed a friend of mine from around the block parked a house away. Walked over and he was convulsed with laughter. He had brought some back from his property in the country and was playing a joke on his friends. We had some coffee and gossiped about our friends and he went off to play with someone else. I thought it was a pretty good practical joke though. I was wondering where a deer could live in my neighborhood. Now I've got to figure something out to get back at him. He just started back gardening this year so I may have to do the old red satin holiday balls tied to his tomatoe plants one morning. This has been a good day but Sleepy and I are tired. Miz Anne is still blowing and going so I reckon I ought to go fix her a nice dinner. Life is good. George