I was a little lazy this weekend, and despite the gorgeousness did not get as much done as I wanted to. I did: mow the lawn (mostly - will try to finish tonight); purchase tomato (Cherokee Purple, Brandywine, and a modern hybrid), zucchini, and cucumber seedlings and plant them; plant carrots in the big orange pot, plant beets (um, where did I plant them? I think next to the endmost tomato. Yeah, that's it.)
A rabbit or something ate a lot of the kale.
I forgot to purchase basil. Next week.
The iris are blooming like mad: http://www.flickr.com/photos/casperflea/475865954/
To do: finish mowing lawn (there's a lot of hand-trimming that needs to happen, too); water everything; plant beans next to the peas; check peas for ripeness (gosh that seems like the wrong word but what would be better?), plant more carrots, thin lettuce and eat the thinnings; the neverending work of trimming bushes and cutting down errant saplings.
An Anthropologist on Mars, Oliver Sacks, 1995. Essays like those he still writes in the New Yorker and elsewhere, about an artist who became colorblind in an accident, an artist who has very detailed memories of the town he grew up in, the name memfault British autistic teen who draws buildings, Temple Grandin. Generally interesting stuff, though his style starts to pall on one after a bit (so enamored of the footnote!)