I am starting to feel like I live on the West Coast. So does my Jacob’s ladder above.
But lately, the rain will not stop.
We get a few days of sun, then a week of rain. Everything is tremendously green, the trees are happy, the grass is greener than a gardener’s thumb and perhaps we can pull out of this “drought” blah blah they keep blah-blahing about.
Sorry, I appear flippant.
But when reading the newspaper this morning and seeing an article about how the River Valley is so dry from years of drought, and looking out my window at the rain that just hasn’t stopped, I feel well…flip.
I know, I know, it’s dry. I am just cranky that I have to work my tail off the one day of sun, then look longingly out the window for days at a time.
So I took rainy day pictures today.
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.
In the rain.
I joined this little bug on my globeflowers.
Neither of us were smart enough to get out of the rain.
And my weeds lupins that I dearly love, despite the fact that I will never get rid of them. I haven’t seeded in years, people.
I even mowed one that was growing in the front lawn.
Good thing they are gorgeous and save me a lot of work.
My white bleeding heart that I forgot I had.
And the rose that my dearest husband got me when he ran out to get white sugar.
While I was in the middle of a recipe.
That, my friends, is L-O-V-E.
A man who will run out and get you white sugar when you have half a recipe done, in this miserable weather, after a long day at work, and show up with a rose in one hand, sugar in the other.
It’s also called self-preservation.
He saw that look in my eye.
That teetering on the brink of madness look, after cooking my butt off today because we have special company coming for lunch tomorrow.
More will be forthcoming on those mystery guest’s that arrive tomorrow!
And recipes…mmmm mmmm recipes!