Mostly I've been walking the neighborhoods as of late. There's a coffee shop next to a big field I like to go to. The park is the second highest point in the City, I think, and has views of cities, bridges, foothills, and mountains. Also, there's a unsettled wildness about it that reminds me of where I grew up, and I find it pleasing in a very alert way. It's the bluffs, untamed, even though this isn't a bluff. At any rate, no one covered it with astro-turf and soccer fields, and there are patches where native meadow plants have been planted; plus it never feels all that crowded.
Last week I decided to check out the Lake on the way to return library books. Caught the last of the thrashing carp. When I walked through again a week later, they were gone. Lots of baby geese though. Out for a wander with the attending chaperones while the parents floated nearby in the water. Must have been 30-40 of various ages being guarded by four adults. Saw a few baby ducks earlier, swimming out alone in a group, didn't see any adults with them.
The weather has been unsettled and unusually dry. Keep wanting to plant out my tomatoes, but the nights keep turning cold and the days threaten hail, though they don't deliver.
