Over the hump of a day

Lawn looks like a fairway, or at least a well-kept rough; too many places for golf balls to get lost. Spent some time hacking away at the opportunistic weeds that never cease to arise; nice handful of cherry tomatoes and one helping of yellow wax beans were gleaned. Still warm and sunny, and all the old creatures in the homestead enjoyed their perambulations.
Swell walk and bit to eat with beloved spouse; a taste of wonderful gnocchi made me ferret out the Marcella Hazan cookbook to see if we can't diminish our spud pile in a delectable fashion.