I’m not sure what it was about last winter, but the undesirables of my garden had a party. Grass moved in, making itself right at home amid flower beds; weeds came over and brought their friends.
This fellow tried to pass himself off as an herb . . .
Not on my watch, my friends, not on my watch.
Though in all honesty, my watch has been sketchy, at best. You see, what began as a week of record high temps, ended in thunderstorm warnings. The wind whipped and the thunder cracked, the rain poured and the hail pounded down. So, while a bit battered, grass and weeds remain. No doubt they’re feeling a bit smug in their survival skills. We’ll let them have this one.
And since the ground is much too wet to beat them, I’ll just have to join them. That said, I have absolutely no plans for the weekend other than lounging about and doing whatever I please.
What about you? Anyone planning to see The Raven? I considered it, until I saw that man being butchered. Eeh. No, thank you.
Anyway, all that really matters is another weekend is upon us. Let’s head into it like we mean it . . .
Here’s to you and days all your own!