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A bunch more poppies bloomed today.  Look at this swath of red-orange and purple beautifulness!  Pretty soon the poppies in the corner of the garden will burst into bloom too.  Ahh.

Another bud on the iris stem that I picked the other day opened overnight.  I wonder if the other buds will open as well.  More flowers bloomed on the first iris that sent up a flower stalk too but that one's got enough starch in its backbone so it stayed upright.







I have got to stop sewing more of this Dress no. 1 from 100 Acts of Sewing.  I made this one today.  I think I could wear a different dress every day for two weeks and not run out.  It seems like too many for a person that doesn't go to work every day.  Really, I have to quit doing this.

04 June--Barbara Malcolm, Tropical Obsession. 

Once Jack got the first ten-grand transferred into Manning’s bank account he started looking for results, hounding Manning for details, times, places.  He wanted to have something, some recovered metal encrusted with barnacles, a piece of cannon shot, a tankard, something, anything that he could touch and feel the hundreds of years on it.  Manning was shocked and a bit unsettled by Jack’s vehement insistence that he be kept informed of every single move that was made.  Jack sounded like he wanted to take over the operation, Manning thought, wanted to be the big cheese instead of the silent money man.  In less than a week Manning began to think that Jack had been a very wrong choice to make for his first shipwreck scam mark.  Jack wanted to be in the thick of things.  He discounted Manning’s warning that the site of the sunken wreckage was too deep and swept by currents too dangerous for a new diver.  Jack had gone to Toucan Divers, the dive shop at The Plaza Resort and started taking Open Water classes so he would be able to dive on “his” wreck.  Manning needed to do something fast to regain control of the situation.

"Necklace, Mister? Only fifteen guilders." Jack pushed away the dark brown hand that thrust the shell necklace at him. One look at his face and the middle-aged woman withdrew her hand and took a step back. His eyes, icy blue and darting from side to side, kept everyone at bay.  She was glad he was not looking for her. 

He smoked the harsh island cigarettes one after another. Just another reason to wreak revenge on Manning, Jack thought. Eight years of not smoking and within a month on this God-forsaken outpost of an island, he was back smoking over a pack a day. Damned Manning. And damned Mona for nagging him about it.

It was a beautiful day today, low 80s and sunny.  I took my notebook out to the patio to write the prompt for today and then sat there and just soaked up the great weather and sunshine.  Vitamin D!  Tomorrow is lawn mowing day, unless it rains overnight and makes the grass too wet to mow, then I'll mow on Saturday, which I might do anyway since it's supposed to be a bit cooler then.  The grass will get cut.  Never fear.
--Barbara