Perfect weather if you don't mind dry. Strong northwest wind making it cool in the shade.

Our first lupin, above, in the little rock garden on the way up to the garage. Seed from Wendy's garden, many years ago. I never though those seeds would amount to anything. (Oh, me of little faith.)

Wind on the bay, above. While Sue worked, after naps, I rode on two wheels down to the marina to see how the boats were handling the big blow. Seeing them well, I decided to take Geode for a row. I can state unequivocally that upwind was slow.

Yesterday I began planning a eulogy for our local merlin falcons, who have been summering here (and annoying everyone with their noisy cries) for years. I had been thinking that something finally got them on their long migration between here and there. But then today, I heard they're back! How annoyingly delightful is that?