Today, I learned that my neighbor across the pasture has a bunch (more than a few) mature apple and pear trees, trees that bear fruit of which he has little interest, trees he said I am more than welcome to pick. I told him I would bring baskets and buckets to fill. I do not think he believed me.

P.S. My body is functioning on Mountain Time, since Mr. V had been in New Mexico, this week. As such, this post counts as being for August 1st. No shame.