Okay. I’m going to moan and grown for a second. Another day of gray skies, colder than usual temperatures, and rain. That seems to be our Spring. The sunny days have been the rare exception and it’s getting both Don and me down. We keep busy, but come on! Enough already!
Plus, the weather forecast is all over the map. I’ve never seen it change as much – and, on a dime – as it has lately. Yesterday, I mulched the memorial garden bed. I was about to mulch another garden bed when I checked the weather app. Rain was due at 3 pm. The front lawn was really overdue for a mowing, as we’ve had so much rain. Don wasn’t home. So I hauled out the mower – I’m still not in full mowing mode muscle-wise – and I mowed the front lawn. If I hadn’t, the grass would have been impossible to cut. I made an ‘executive decision’ because I knew Don would want to be in on the mowing, but I felt I had to do my best to outrun the rain.
I finished, put everything away, came in the house and took a shower, looked at the weather app again and, in the 90 minutes since I had made the decision to mow, the forecast had changed from a lot of rain at 3 pm to some ‘drizzle’ in the evening. What the heck? Last night, it looked like there would be two sunny days next week – Tuesday and Wednesday. Today’s change in the forecast? Rain on Tuesday and Wednesday. And every other day of the week.
Screaming.
Okay. I’ve gone on too long. I know many of you are going through the same thing. As Don said, “We went through such a long winter, don’t we deserve some sun?” He really wants to take photographs, but so far, there has only been one weekend – 3 weeks ago – that wasn’t rainy.
Thanks for your patience. I won’t rant anymore.
Flowering quince. There aren’t as many blooms as last year (lack of sun?) Or did I miss them? They’re also somewhat buried in the bush making picture taking difficult.
I took this late yesterday afternoon as Don and I were inhaling the scent of the lilacs. I was entranced by the different shades on the blossoms.
More lilac beauty.
Even with all the gray skies, there is so much growth in the garden beds. There are changes every day and I’m, as always, fascinated by them. Watching green things grow is better than watching a movie. And that’s saying something!
Happy Friday.
