I had to do laundry, but since we’re fast running out of days to dry things in the sun, and yesterday was warm and sunny with a good breeze, I’d made up my mind to pressure wash the mat in front of the door. It hadn’t been actually washed since I got it, and it had a coffee spill on it, too. Nice and clean now, though!

Since I had the pressure washer out anyway, I decided to finish as much of the patio as I could without having to move OK’s hoce or the decorative straw bales that have graced the patio since February because they’re now a cat bed I’m not allowed to move.

Nasty black stuff gone from the blocks I hadn’t finished on the west side.

I washed the outdoor chairs and tables, and even the gross folding chairs from the gradge.

Got the clay off my Hello Kitty boots that I’d worn digging the pond, and also washed my weeding stool.

I ran the soaker hose and found a pretty boy in the Golden Globe (Glow…ha!) butterfly bush.

Cloudless Sulphur, face-first in the flowering tobacco that was nearly dead, but revived nicely after I repotted it.

I also vacuumed, washed the kitchen floor, and did the MLB feeders, though I think the birds are gone and put only three feeders back out. Busy Sunday!

P.S. I thought Woody had left, but heard him this morning. Yaaayyy!