Guess we can scratch weed whipping and grass cutting off the list for today.
You can't see the rain coming down in the picture but it's been falling since I got up at 4:45. (No, not intentionally but rather because of a mosquito in the bedroom intent on draining all the blood from my body. Grrr.)
We need the rain, and this will certainly keep us from having to put the sprinkler in the strawberry patch today as planned. I've been worried about those little berries being able to grow properly and plump up without enough moisture.
It was a stroke of genius that I went outside late last night to cut rhubarb for a pie today. If I had waited until this morning, I would either have had to suit up in full rain gear . . . or wimp out and make a blueberry or raspberry pie from frozen berries.
As it turned out, I had my rhubarb pie in the over at 5:20 a.m.
It burbled over only a little bit in the oven. (Remind me to clean that off before I light the oven again.)
The wild lupines are in full bloom right now. They frequently grow near the ditches on the sides of the roads up here and create huge waves of gorgeous color as you drive along. It's almost breath-taking when you come upon a stand of them that seems to go on forever. We have a nice bunch of them getting bigger each year back by our wood cutting area. I love to pick them for bouquets in the house. Only problem is they don't last very long and drop their little petals all over the place if I forget to throw them out soon enough.
I had a day of outside work planned for today, but obviously with the rain I now have to switch horses. If I had planned an inside day for today, I'd be just fine. But because I now have to restructure my day, I'm thrown for a loop and can't seem to get my body in gear. You guessed it; I don't like or adapt well to change. Does this make me like an old plow horse who is told where to go and unquestioningly plods along with blinders on? Nay, I say. Nay. (Get it? Nay? Neigh? Oh, well.)
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