This is the view from my office window.
The neighbors across the street pulled out the raspberries and have planted fall rye to replenish the soil and keep the soil from heading our direction once the northeast winds start to blow.
The window is not eye level.
The bungalow has old style windows that force one to stretch ones neck while seated.
That is just as well since it is nearly the only exercise I've seen this week.
My other most likely forms of exercise have been refilling my mug. .
and walking to the refrigerator to see which leftovers I can disguise for dinner.
It seems so ironic that our meals are either feast . . on days that the camera is needed to photograph the food. .
That's the way it goes.
I did take a break this afternoon when I realized my recipe is scheduled for Saturday and it hadn't been made yet.
I made it. . .we licked the pot clean with our afternoon cup of coffee and I'm back here in the office again.
Can you guess what the recipe will be?
All for now. .