Tuesday was hot, notching up into the nineties. Hid under the (relatively) cool grape arbor and read Martin Luther King's 'autobiography' - assembled from his various writings, etc. by Claiborne Carson.
Composted and groomed the new wildflower bed by the pool. We're going to seed it with one of those Meadow in a Can type mizes. Did several hours of PR in the South End.
Slept over in the garden Tuesday night. Just locked myself in and curled up under the arbor. Unlike in the past, the night was totally quiet. The police patrols are working. It used to be boys night out in the Wild West.
Image ... Fence in the South End, Boston.
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