I want to complain about the hot and humid weather but given the situation in most of the country I cannot justify it.
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.