Yippee-Skippy, Saturday!

Frieda decided to sleep in this morning.

We've had a couple of days of rain. Much appreciated. The lawn is a hayfield, the rest of the place is a jungle and I am practicing the philosophy of not worrying over what I cannot control. Which does not come naturally, by the way. Neighbor Bill got the lawn mower fixed and back to me yesterday. I planned to mow today but------rain.

I have plenty to occupy myself with if only I would listen to myself. 

I wish I had more to say, but this is it, folks. Quiet times at the Worlds End. Oh, one thing. How I came up with the name of the farm. I lived in a city neighborhood in St. Paul. I was talking to a neighbor, telling her about the place we bought west of Minneapolis. I kept talking about the marvelous barn, wherein she finally asked if there is a house. There is, albeit a mess of a house. Finally she decreed we were moving to the end of the world. There was my farm name. Ta-da.

Of course, dinner. Salmon steamed in butter with garlic and tarragon, along with a mixed greens salad. I have enough salmon left to make a pasta with salmon meal.