Finally, deliciously summer. The peak of the year, light from early to late. The lake, the breeze in the trees, all streaming media, the season of movement, quietly manic. We're doing a lot of landscape changes. We put on a metal roof last fall, and the snow slides easily off it and piles up on the walkway. So we have moved the walkway and put a planter and a stone wall between it and the old path. But we didn't want to move a big clump of peonies that hasn't bloomed yet, so the old path is blocked off and the new walkway has a big peony in the middle of it that is in no hurry to bloom. Oh well. This new little garden by the lake has a glider and a variety of hosta tucked between the ferns. Reading Thomas Friedman's The Lexus and the Olive Tree, the best book on globalization I've read so far, packed with great explanations, and metaphors as frameworks fluffed out with anecdotes and quotes. A view from the ground and from the air. Before that I actually read an honestogod bestseller, The DaVinci Code, to see what the fuss was about. How cool that it has people reading books on the divine feminine and pre-Christian religions, books I read in the 70's. And cool that the Indiana Jones character is a symbologist. So much new music to listen to. I've been waiting for protest songs, but hadn't heard any real ones until "Hiway 9" by Eliza Gilkyson which is the current download. Many protest song candidates, including some by the Indigo Girls, sound deliberately oblique as if they are trying to avoid a dixchickien backlash. I've been doing a lot of promotion work for the theater, lining up performers. Our best bet is to find people who are already touring in New England and offer to fill in a free night in their schedule. I have to send a lot of inquiries to get a few to fruition. We did a big trail cleanup thing on National Trails Day, and came across a patch of ladyslippers on the Fairgrounds loop, including this beauty.

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