zirconium

We have reached the stretch of summer where I ask myself daily, "Is this really red enough? Is this the right saturation of golden orangey yellow?" because there are tomatoes ripe enough to harvest every morning and evening, and the urge to leave them on the vine to become even sweeter is checked by the insolence and rapaciousness of the local squirrels. In a month or so I will be asking the same question about the Christmas peppers, although the rodents tend to leave those alone.

I planted two knobs of ginger yesterday, and transplanted some sweet cherry pepper seedlings this evening.

At the start of April, a meme floated into my Twitter feed . . .

FIND YOUR WW2 OPERATION NAME!

1) Take your mental or emotional state
2) Add the last food you enjoyed

I'm in charge of Operation Muted Bacon
— John Bull (@garius) April 2, 2021

. . . and the reaction to my result was pretty much, "You don't say":

Operation Tenacious Prosecco is wholly on brand, I daresay. https://t.co/4pJfy7yxTC
— Peg Duthie (she/her/hers) (@Zirconium) April 2, 2021

A recurring Thing this past week has been working through misbehaving connections. On Saturday, it took me a while to realize my board wasn't inflating quickly enough because a tube was loose. I finally got water to come out of a garden hose by shifting the dial at the tip, after flipping other levers and twisting various joins. (It's still leaking more than I would like, but I'll sort that out some other week.) There's been coaxing various devices to working in tandem, including my ancient inkjet printer with my barely-out-of-the box portátil for work. There are acres of bureaucracy on multiple fronts. Fortunately, there being dozens of irons to tend to, one can heave a sigh and bustle on to the next fire.

... and, Flickr is for some reason timing out on the images from JERUSALEM, SHINING STILL I'd planned to share with you. So that will be something for a later time as well.