Pleasant day yesterday. Went to the supermarket for fish (salmon and flounder), washed lights and darks, and borrowed a shovel from Susan to dig out the dead bush. All went well, except that the ground is like concrete, so I couldn't dig it. Hooked up the hose, as I want to soak the flower bed where the bush lives--or rather, died--but for some reason, the water didn't come out. Just shrugged and will tackle the chore again today.
Stopped at Tucker Tom's and got a red onion and four ears of corn. Not sure where it's from--too early for Jerseys--but I had an ear and it was pretty good.
Went to look at hanging plants at several nurseries and bought a huge and beautiful one profuse with white and purple petunias. It looks great on the shepherd's crook near the door.
Ellen called early and I caught it in the garage. When I went in, still talking, I noticed there was a message on the machine. We talked for almost an hour, then I checked the machine to find that little Dexter had been born. Called and talked to Betty, Robyn, and Steve, all very happy and relieved.
The plant is lovely, the fish and corn were delicious, and we go to Ray and Barb's party at 3:00--what could be better?