Last weekend was easy and slow.
I took lots of photos of Hermione.
I drank several pots of French press coffee with the $5 French press we bought from a woman having a move-out sale in our apartment complex.
I checked on our garden, where we are growing butternut squash like the zombies are coming to take it from us (though the acorn and pumpkin squashes aren’t doing so hot).
I watched the rosemary flowers blow in the wind under the sky that didn’t start raining until I was back on the motorcycle.