Beverly, thank you very much indeed (comment, yesterday) for the reference to the Wikipedia article about Interlaken, NJ, including the fact that the cross streets are named after islands in the Hebrides. West Allenhurst, where I lived, is not Interlaken; that may perhaps excuse me for not know that. I was surprised to read that Interlaken doesn’t send pupils to Asbury Park High School – more research needed there. I’m pretty sure that in my day there was no such thing as the Shore Regional High School, where they do go. I was also surprised to discover that the Hebrides are in the Irish Sea.

 

We had a full scale summer’s day today. I felt pretty feeble, but Archie and I got about 1/3^rd of the way around the garden, which is better than nothing. We also got some paper work done. Helen whizzed in, just back from Kirkmichael – she had been there to see what state her son Fergus and his university friends had left it in after their visit last week, and she says things were in pretty good shape. They had left the refrigerator door closed after turning the electricity off – that’s a mistake we all make once or twice.

 

She says the apple tree down at the bottom of the vegetable garden is laden with apples. So much for the New Testament! The tree has been there quite a while – 10 years? Maybe more. In its early days I took good care of it, as recommended in the sacred text: pruning and manuring. It clearly wanted to be a big tree, and in the years since I haven’t been able to look after it, it has become one. It never went in for apples much, maybe half a dozen in a good year, but this year, according to Helen, they abound. As in Kukla, Fran and Ollie’s sea chanty, Goodness knows what we’re s’posed to do now.

 

No knitting at all, the day too warm, I too feeble. My sister and I are going to Zoom tomorrow. It will be interesting to find out what the temperature feels like in DC.