...and appled and tomatoed.

The yard and garden actually produced some pretty good crops—in spite of absolute neglect. Quite a few squash, both butternut AND, the darling of my dreams, Oregon Homestead Sweet Meat, though our instances seem a bit smaller than advertised. (This could be because Vi's tree didn't fall down until mid summer so sunlight might have been somewhat restricted.)

Another bumper crop of apples, rather good ones, too, on the world's ugliest tree—never even a proper prune in all its lonely life. (I have to think the pollination is coming from Vi's magnificent Waterfalls crab.) And tomatoes like you wouldn't believe, or at least I wouldn't, considering.

So, it's going to be lots of soup and lots of pies, and maybe a few other dishes.

This morning, after Katy went to school (which she loves)(although she didn't want, for some reason, to go this morning), Will and I took a bike ride to Doctor's Park where we took the trail down to the beach and spent an hour combing it. Big wind and big surf and we had fun avoiding the rogues as they chased up the shore, sometimes catching us and soaking our shoes. Unfortunately, as Will said, the wind took our voices away and we had to shout to each other to be heard. After the beach, we had a good time at the playground, and then a fine ride back to 1404 Bywater Lane, both of us pedaling hard using all our super powers and remaining energy.

To Madison in the p.m. to visit Niki—and then back to Whitewater (which, while not Kagawong, and not Oconomowoc, and not Fox Point—is still somewhat acceptable) to find everything looking good and holding together. And then there's the garden, and the squash and apples and tomatoes.