This weekend of long daylight and blue skies and low humidity included:

Shakespeare in the Yard (and a Burmese dinner al fresco). The wireless mics kept shorting out, but the show was well staged and the actors did an admirable job with one of my least favorite of the Bard’s plays (The Taming of the Shrew):

A new-to-me Smithsonian — the Freer Gallery of Asian Art — seen at night as part of Solstice Saturday. One of the highlights of the gallery is Whistler’s Peacock Room:

Rudi stayed with friends in Baltimore last night after a party and returned home early this morning bearing a smoothie bowl from the farmers market. We took another lap of the market later in the morning and returned to the Burrow for a brunch of homemade blueberry pancakes.

We spent the afternoon at the garden, where weeds and bolted greens and overly enthusiastic violet leaves had taken over my plot.

It started out looking like this:

After more than two hours, we found the ground in most of the plot:

We came home with two small tomatoes, some of our last peas of the season, enough greens for supper, oregano to put up, and sorrel to turn into soup.

How was your weekend?