It's the beginning of June, and it's raining. This is glorious. The chickens do not approve, but too bad for them, it's lovely. The garden's planted, but since the seeds are more than a decade old, we'll have to see if anything comes up. Green beans, radishes, lettuce, broccoli (on a whim,) and then a barrel of various vines, from cantaloupes to cucumbers to spaghetti squash. Dad's planted tomatoes and eggplant in one of those ridiculous Topsy Turvy contraptions, and the wildflowers are still going strong.
Christian's due to help us fix up the yard soon, and our DWP is offering a dollar per square foot we xeriscape, so perhaps we'll go with that. Maybe this landscaping will pay for itself. I've been job hunting, so this may be weekend work. Meanwhile, I'm hoping and praying that the traditional Beach House visit will occur. There's such drama entailed in that trip, from evil greedy landlords denying us access, to friendly tiffs that turn into fullblown rages, but somehow, it's worth it. More on that later.
The rain has stopped, which is disappointing. I wanted an all day storm. Hopefully it starts back up soon. For now, it's back to reading and reliving my childhood wit the help of YouTube and scooby Doo.
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