I know this looks much like a photo I posted last week, but it’s slightly different in that the hydrangea blossoms are getting whiter.
We need some rain and every day we get a ‘chance of a stray thunderstorm’ in the weather forecast – but nothing really happens. We had some thunder over the weekend with about 30 seconds of rain. It’s been over a week since we mowed and the grass has barely grown. And the temperatures through the first week in July are going to be in the high eighties and low nineties.
I guess we’ve gone right to “Summer: the August version.”
I’m going to water the seedlings and pots right after I post this. We have a grocery pickup later on this afternoon.
It’s a bit harder for us to enjoy lockdown when it’s too hot to work outside. We’re doing our best. I know that Don will eventually head out there and I’ll have to drag him back inside at some point. The humidity and pollen aren’t good for my allergies, so I am more inclined to stay inside.
I was sitting in my chair yesterday writing this blog and I heard the sound of something falling in the dollhouse. This happens every so often when the tacky wax that attaches things to walls loses its stickiness. It happened recently with the Beatles canvas that hangs above the sofa in Don’s studio. (I’ve yet to fix it.) Anyway, late in the day I remembered that something had fallen and I turned the dollhouse around to see what it was.
Nothing.
I looked at everything. It was all in place.
I looked again. Nothing.
Do you think there’s a ghost in Caroline’s old victorian house?
Stay safe.
Happy Monday.
