July 5, 2025
More fireworks tonight than last night, including a huge fusillade from Grove Park, partially visible through my trees. Last night girls (by the sound of it) from the other corner of Lakeshore set off fireworks across from my drive. When they were done I shouted “Thank you!” and they shouted back “You’re welcome!” I was happy listening to the explosions and reverberations from my front porch, the waxing moon making his way across the west.
Another huge day of weeding, maybe more strenuous than yesterday, though the results less visible, because the job far more massive. Two weeks of neglect returns the plot to wilderness.
Tired eyes. I want to paint, but not to prepare the canvas.
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