I’m a broken record. I’ve done nothing all week but complain about the lack of rain.
I come from a long line of women who preserved food.
I have no one to blame but myself. I spent Monday’s holiday making sense of my own yard.
I heard on the radio that a mere 3/10 of an inch of rain fell the entire month of June. I feel totally aware of that fact.
Here we are days away from Independence Day. Life flies by, especially as one ages.
What a beautiful week. The days are ridiculously long. If only I could stop before dark.
My weeds are completely out of control. I am learning to love and not reject them.
It was amazing on Tuesday to see how much everything greened up following the rain on Memorial Day. We certainly needed that rain.
What a beautiful week. All my favorites are blooming. There is an ancient redbud in front of the Edgartown Fire Station.