While Blogger was down, life continued, unreported (if something was not blogged, did it really happen?).
Pink gins were sipped on the rooftop.
Red spider mite swarmed disconcertingly around the roof farm before being washed away by a spider mite tsunami.
The cat and the Frenchman hung out on the terrace.
The fava beans continued to leaf out just a little faster than we ate the leaves.
And it was nice enough to have supper outside several times.