Warm and humid 85º.
The irises continue, gloriously. I'm looking for a pink one, for Alice Maurer. I suspect one will come home to live with me, too, if I ever find one. I suspect I will have no peony flowers this year - must dose everything with bone meal in the fall.
The pine pollen is outrageous. The grass needs cutting, but I might need a mask to do it.
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