With all this rain I’m beginning to feel as if I’ve been transported to Seattle–minus the perks of Pike Place Market, shopping, or hopping a ferry to Victoria. That doesn’t seem right at all. Not to mention, my hair is the size of Texas and I’m not sure we’ll have much of a garden, thanks to a nasty habit of planting seeds right before a heavy rain. Perhaps the seeds survived; perhaps they clustered; perhaps we’ll have a nice crop of green beans in our lawn. There’s really no way of knowing.
On a bright note, a good downpour does ensure the yard gets watered; helpful, since I’m not exactly sure where I’d find the time.
It’s also good for reading; I can find no complaint in that. And that, I’m sure, makes us all thankful.
Speaking of reading, I continue to work here and there on my book blog. I just finished re-reading an Emerson bio written by our very own Amanda Hammond. I’m sure it will royally tick some people off; and yet, I chuckle.
Do stay tuned …