I'm a bit agitated, lately, but Mother Nature seems to have arranged a good workout for me, this holiday weekend.
Yesterday started off pretty nicely. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the geranium was just beginning to bloom again after being transferred from the dining room to the front yard.
And then the sky darkened, the city emergency sirens started howling…
|Fun stuff coming up from the south|
strong winds tore through, flash floods and
|I wonder if I find a way to make the|
sidewalk look like this all the time?
Safety questions aside, that is
We're crossing our fingers that we won't
have to replace the tomato plants
or the hostas
|If hostas were palatable, I'd have a lovely|
chopped salad… maybe with some tomatoes
or my geranium.
Maybe now we can persuade the neighbor to take down that weed tree, though. Neighbor guy seems somewhat more amenable, since he is currently the one with the chainsaw chores, now that Pop's gone on vacation.
It would be nice if his girlfriend agreed to our removing that thing.
Meanwhile, I'll be out there figuring out how to make portable, pop-up protection for my precious plants. Before we get more of that kind of weather, man.