Took a tour with Lucy around the property today. The satsumas will bear, but I can't tell about the plums or the pear. The fig has come on another foot since I last looked at it. Lyman has let the poor cucumbers die, but the tomatoes look fine, if they have water tomorrow.

There are four days of work for me until the yard is ready for improvements, and I don't have a clue as to what they will be.

The ugly and expensive swimming pool is gone this year, so the architecture of the yard has changed on that score, and we expanded and covered a part of the patio a year or so ago, so that's changed, too. Now's the time for planning and enough execution to have some flowers this year.

I look at the set with some trepidation. I have literally busted a gut out there in the past.

LATER: Big Daddy tells us there will be lots of pears. I didn't look closely. Irrelevant, really, because the squirrels will take them all.