Very autumnal weather. Cool mornings. The intense heat of July has passed. Most of the hydrangea have passed their peak, but I have many still in bloom––of all colors. I weeded, briefly, at the beginning and the end of this day. Enjoying the smell of the earth, wet from the hose, and the sweet greens pulled up and piled. My side garden still in disarray but I didn’t want to strain my arms and back so I’m waiting until I get back from our trip to finish. Ran three groups today: craft, Israeli, and Grandmother writing. All powerful. They gave me energy, but I was ready for a nap when I was done. Wave, on his way out of the house for two days, came into my office in my grandmother group. A little bit of mischief. He has a cold. And he knew he shouldn’t do it, but he saw my tall glass of ice tea with lemon and fresh mint and ice, and he picked it up, looked at me, smiled and drank from it. I smiled and let him, of course. The other day I made him his own––with herbal, not black tea, and he took a sip or two, but what he really wants is mine. The black tea. The good stuff of grandmothers.