We woke to a new-washed world. A huge limb from the mulberry tree was bowed to the ground, but there was no other damage from the funnel clouds and biblical rain of Friday night.
The pile of dirt for the new raised bed was sodden and super-heavy. Barrow load by barrow load Hansel moved it. I planted perennials. We ordered fried chicken from Gretel’s grocery, concocted a couple of salads, and put the white wine on ice.
The Itchy Anklets arrived about 6pm to launch the new deck and raise a glass to the garden’s benefactor, my dad.
The evening ended at about 11pm with flaming sambucas. A late night in Itchy Ankle.