|The hollyhocks at "South Forks" (where Scott was raised) stand about 9 feet high.|
Yesterday afternoon I picked a gallon of chokecherries for an acquaintance. It was feverishly humid, as it's been all week, so I wasn't eager to go out to the trees along a fenceline. However, once you're back in the shady bush, it's really quite lovely and I enjoyed every moment of it. There were no insects out and around; Scott was baling in the field nearby; after an hour or two we both stopped our activities and had a cold beer on the dark side of a big round bale before I headed for home.
Tomorrow, if it doesn't rain much more, I'll be slaving in the hot sun with Construction Man.