It turns out Compulsive Bread Baking Syndrome is a Thing during quarantine.  (Not to mention “victory gardens”.)  Everyone is re-enacting WWII.

Why, just yesterday E churned out three (3!) different breads.  One was pizza dough she had previously made and chilled for later use (also good for “dogs-in-a-blanket” and flatbread hamburger rolls); one was this honey white bread which was absolutely a 10 (a rating I rarely award); and she set aside another dough to rise overnight and today for a semi-sourdough dutch oven bread.  You can tell who wears the proverbial apron in the family.

The wren nest is packed with clamoring mouths.  (It’s hard to get a closeup shot.)  This morning I was cleaning the back porch, and almost swept away a wrenling that had fallen from the nest!  I put on gloves and carefully replaced it.  Now the wren parents are fluttering around it, agitated.  I hope they’ll be able to deal with it.

Yesterday after all the mowing and maintenance, I took some photos around the house.  It’s a work in progress, but it’s starting to look more park-like, I think.  I have little tree saplings coming up everywhere, for later transplanting elsewhere, so it’s turning into a mini-arboretum.

After another t-storm burst yesterday evening, I took this sky picture.  All this rain is really reviving the veggies and flowers.  I don’t even have to water.