A strong, gusty wind blew most of yesterday, but I felt the need to get out of the house. I could see from the breakfast room that weeds were growing tall in the Pig Garden and that seemed like a good chore for the afternoon. Bess and I went out and I got a small start, enjoying the pleasant aroma from the few strong-scented roses in bloom in the Garden, but then decided my time would be better spent in the chick pen. The little kids are getting pretty big and the cage in the nursery (laundry room) is becoming cramped, so we moved on.
It was a good day.