Could it be the sun?

Sitting here in the evening, I feel my cheeks glowing pleasantly. My default assumption is that it's just a hot flash or the beer, and yet... We were outside from noon until dusk, and it was t-shirt weather (well, if you were working, and I'm here to tell you we were). So, couldn't it be a little sunglow? OK, I know we're not supposed to ever let the sun's rays touch our skin, so I'll try to feel a little bit guilty. But truthfully, I just feel really, really good, because we got so much done.

There are now 20 Oregon white oaks across the north property line, and 14 new table grapes marching up the other side of the driveway. These are seven new varieties, one of which is supposed to make great pie. Grape pie! I can't even imagine it. We've selected more limbs in the locust stand for posts in the vineyard, and we figured out where the other 35 trees are going. We planted Nootka rose, ocean spray, cascara, snowberry and Western spirea along the roadside.

A lot of the rest of the planting (incense cedar, ponderosa pine and sequoia) is forbidden me because it's in the poison-oak zone. But thrills abound, regardless. Although we've already mowed once, it's time to go around again; the weeds are going gang-busters; and every bed on the place needs tending.

I can tell we're really having fun, because we have to run extra loads of wash so we'll have clean jeans again.