I opened up the garden for an hour-plus. I fixed our sign and banner so it says 2011 (what I’d fixed before came off somehow).
Quite a few families visited, and I conversed quite pleasantly with someone who had just started a garden in his yard. I suggested that not much can be done with the flea beetle eating his cabbage, but thought it wouldn’t really hurt it that much.
I went along, more or less, with someone who asked why her pumpkin seedling turned yellow; too much water, she thought.
I gave three active boys glasses of water.
I tried to draw the “three-sisters” plot, but succeeded only in re-enforcing my admiration for Realist painters and my understanding why everyone changed to Impressionism!
