Last Move (I hope)

It has taken four days to recover from the move in Des Moines. Surprisingly, it wasn’t temperatures in the high nineties that affected me. The killer was walking up and down stairs endlessly as we loaded basement stuff into the truck. My legs began to hurt at home on Monday and have been sore ever since. By Thursday I felt on the return trip to normal health, yet am not there yet. I hope this is the last move in which I help someone else.

We’ve entered the humid part of summer. As I write there is a fog over the landscape. Thursday the yard was covered in spider webs with condensation on them.

On the plus side, tomatoes are beginning to come in. Another summer day in Big Grove. I plan to make the most of it.