My foot.

The peas planted three weeks ago made their first appearance above ground today. Too cold and too dry. Which is one reason I bought Ed Burt's gardening book. Ed is famed for his no-irrigation approach, and I thought that might help me through dry spells.

It's a folksy, anecdotal book dictated into a recorder and then written up by the co-author. I have not yet arrived at the irrigation chapter, and I suppose it's possible I never will. But the book has already given me one good idea—amend the soil in the fall (with leaves, compost, manure, etc.) and till the amendments in then. Don't till in the spring, just plant.

Calm morning, warm and sunny mid-day, and some actual clouds by late afternoon. All the spars flipped and painted on the nether side. Then some afternoon rowing, paddling, and beach cleanup.

Sure signs of summer: pulled pork sandwiches for lunch from the chuckwagon in Kagawong—what appeared to be a crowd at the falls—and a couple of boats out on the bay.