Thursday, August 18, 2016
August 17, 2016
Planted a rhododendron which, the tag says, will have purple blossoms. Planted another witch hazel, this one more in the sun. In the process dug up a number of slender, unbroken glass bottles, such as olives come in. Domestic archaeology has been less fruitful here than across the street. All other pursuits fall by the wayside in the season of the Olympics.