Ibises and Agaves

These rare ibises are definitely out of their element in our arid, rocky climate as these wading birds are much more likely to be at home in wetlands, forests and plains, none of which are anywhere to be found near here. Yet they seem to have made themselves at home here. Not that they have much choice since their feet are firmly bound to the rocky ground with 8 inch long metal staples....

John was out doing that early this morning before it got too hot on the hill. while I read the paper on the porch. Dana and Jim brought Blake over and we had coffee (iced) in the upper arbor. Our final bistro chair...one of four brought with us from Berkeley... bit the dust forcing Jim to sit on the rock wall. I'm surprised it survived as long as it has but a new one is definitely indicated....

I spent the afternoon crawling around on the floor assembling Stephanie's quilt top with the backing and the batting. I didn't finish it so we'll have to find another spot for our Pilates class tomorrow. It doesn't look like we'll be going back to the studio any time soon since the rate of cases continues to rise. The good news, if it could be called that, is that the death rate remains much lower than other places where cases are spiking. I'm tired of trying to figure out what this means but it seems clear that the testing rate is nowhere near what it should be to slow the spread.

There are some days when it is almost possible to forget that we are living through history making times. Today felt like a pretty ordinary Sunday....