Most excellent massage time. Warm! Tent flap open to the gorgeous view. The fan running inside the tent sounds like ocean surf, and my massage therapist has good, strong hands.
Back home, loose and relaxed to hang out, work a little—on the porch.
Then Jason figures out how to hook his computer and his HBO Max to the TV. We laze around and watch the terrific In The Heights. Manuel is, very simply, a genius.
Griffin dances through the opening sequence. In my head, too relaxed for otherwise, I join him. We love it—such a talented cast, such an important message delivered in the most entertaining of ways.
Then we scurry to change for our Big Sky Bash by the pond. Marigolds sit in little planters on the picnic tables. A sweet and pretty centerpiece. Ours, however, are gasping their last breath in the heat, the strong sun—and with no cushioning dirt to speak of.
I immediately commandeer Kayla’s bottle of water and dump it in. Almost instant, if partial, revival!
Lots of food to choose from, and our vegetarian gets a tofu tortilla. I take the pulled pork, thanks all the same!
Griffin is much more interested in the pond—and the little dock—than dinner. (Still a solid rejection of a pony ride.) But he can stretch out there and touch the water.
There’s some clouds gathering in what I think is the south—not remotely sure of my direction here (or mostly anywhere) but for now they cool things off just enough.
More water for the marigolds, and they look very grateful.
Maybe, possibly, potentially a storm coming, and since we’re done, we head home again. But we take those mostly revived marigolds with us. I’m going to find a way and place to plant them, and give them a chance to live on.
One of thee baby birds greets us on arrival with a popped-up head and wide open mouth.
Then The Daddy Dance never fails to entertain.
I sit on he back porch steps because the evening’s so pleasant, and the sky’s amazing. The breeze surfs through he trees, smells wonderful, feels even better.
I have to get my iPad for the camera as those clouds are rolling over the mountains in the southwest, falling over them like a layered gray and purple curtain. I see a lightning bolt, and the wall of rain. Farther west as the sun sets, it’s gold, then all those clouds are under-lit into a God Sky.
Jason’s out with me, and I fetch Kayla.
Huge sky, so dramatic, sweeping with clouds—and different in every direction you look. The sun burns a fire between peaks as it slides behind them so we have a long, slow, changeable end of day. And the rain wall moves steady west and away.
Workout done on a bright—if WINDY—morning. Some laundry done and drying in that frisky air. Breakfast crew’s back. A hike on The Grizzly Man Trail’s on our slate for after nap time. When it warms up a bit more toward the forecasted mid-80s, I’ll get the marigolds settled. They look damn perky this morning.
Then it’s dinner at home with hot plate Spanish beans and rice—and—hint-hint—Kat’s toaster oven biscuits.