Another Sunday

Sometimes a magic Sunday comes along. Unexpected things may happen. This time Holmes and Candace paid a visit, bearing wild asparagus and morel mushrooms. We had a feast.

After brunch, I finished baking my first loaf of "artisan" bread. I started it last night, and let the sponge sit for 14 hours. Supposedly this slow method of bread baking develops more flavor. After sampling it, I think the main difference is in the texture, which is more chewy and less apt to break. It will be great for sandwiches.

 

Later, after visitors departed and we took naps, Dennis went out to mow the lawn on his brand-new John Deere.

 

I served no useful purpose, but admired the way a white spiderwort has crossed with the common blue one to produce plants with flowers of many shades.

Now we're going to eat cream of tomato soup made from the next-to-last jar of home-canned tomatoes, and watch another Scandinavian movie.