Secret Stairs

These are one of two sets of stairs leading up to the veggie boxes and the upper arbor. I prefer them both for their nice rustic look, and because they are easier to navigate, behind the pump house and leading to a sloping path that makes its way to the top. 

I've read several different accounts lately of the wannabe King being asked to justify one or another of the incomprehensible moves he has made lately in the name of making America great again. His reply is always, 'I don't know' Ask X', X being whichever spectacularly unqualified  yes person/cabinet secretary, has been chosen to take the heat. He, the wannabe King, has attended exactly 12 of the daily White House briefings since he took office, and he never reads the memos sent to him. I'm not sure he reads at all. Too busy issuing executive orders, I imagine. Or playing golf. Or musing about making Alcatraz great again. Hey, I have a  great idea. Why not put him in Alcartaz. He is, after all, a convicted felon. But seriously, I also think he suffers from dementia. And while they're at it, why don't they send Elon to Mars, which he wants to colonize anyway so that whoever is left on this  planet they have ruined have a 'safe' place to go. 

I could go on, but I'm too tired and it's all been said before, so I'll turn to the weather, usually a pretty safe topic. After several days of summer temperatures, the thermometer plunged, and this morning we woke to rain. So I sat on my customary place on the couch and thought about how thoughtful it was of Peter to bring all the groceries and cook a Mothers' Day Mediterranean meal for Dana and me.  John too. He's walking in his father's Sunday supper footsteps and his chicken schwarma with tzatziki and arugula/tomato salad was delicious. Both sons called so all in all, this mother was very happy.

We set off during a break in the weather, sun coming out from behind the clouds but didn't get far before the skies opened and it poured. We came home and waited for the sun to come out again, but barely had time to get our coats on before the sun disappeared and it poured again. We finally managed to complete one of our street walks without getting wet on the third try.

My yellow shoes arrived, but I don't even have time to open the box because we're meeting Kathy and her husband, Mike, for an early dinner in half an hour.