I’m leading with this shot of the beautiful, fluffy cloud-filled sky I took yesterday because today we are getting heavy rain.
Again.
All day.
All night.
(the creek across the street from our cottage)
I’m sick of it. Our overloaded creeks and rivers are sick of it. My peonies, who have been rudely snipped, taken from their home and brought inside because of the rain are sick of it. My catalpa that keeps losing flowers because of the heavy downpours is sick of it. Scout, who has to have her paws wiped every time she comes in from the rain, is sick of it. And mostly, the ceiling in our bedroom, where there is a leak, is sick of it.
Okay. I got that out. Now if I can just scream a few times, I’ll feel better. But Don’s still sleeping, so that’s a no-no.
We mowed yesterday in anticipation of the coming rain.
Here’s Scout greeting her dad after watching him mow through the openings in the porch railing.
Most of the time she likes the porch. But when she is there alone and we are on the other side of the railing doing something or other, well, that’s another story. She barks.
Outraged barks. I mean, why would we even consider doing something without including her?
She’s thinking: maybe I should use my abundant charm…
My first batch of daylilies has opened. This particular plant always blooms first. Lots of blooms for a day or two, then nothing else the rest of the summer.
Our little kissing boy and girl seem to be hiding behind the plants, hoping they can’t be seen.
Is that a New Dawn rose bud I see? Only one of the buds has opened and I decided not to include it in a post. Why? Because it opened during another in a series of torrential downpours. It wasn’t as pretty as it was meant to be.
Rain, rain, go away. Don’t come again another day.
So, it’s dark and gloomy and here we be. I suppose I can get through two acts of Much Ado today. Might as well take advantage of being stuck inside.
What’s the weather like where you live? And if it’s sunny and beautiful, please be kind.
Happy Thursday.
