Another page written yesterday, and three more today. Not much momentum yet, but better than I have done in some while. I stayed at home today, gardened, read, and wrote. The weather was a bit cooler than yesterday, which helped: hard to imagine a cool, wet day in Ireland when it's this hot and dry.
Lots of squash and tomatoes, and the apples are getting ripe: time to make chutney, as soon as I get a cool enough evening. Summer's passing: almost September, and the days are visibly shorter since Lammas. Maybe a month left for the garden, if I'm lucky, before the first frost.