Well...What is there to say about Summer in the Carolina's that hasn't been said before.
We need rain.
The garden is chugging along thanks to the occasional random thunderstorm and (if rain is in short supply) my valiant efforts with the garden hose, which keeps things alive but doesn't do much for production.
At this point in the game we have had a bang up year in terms of summer squash and spring planted carrots.
The zinnias are doing their thing as usual...
But I got a late start on the beans, tomatoes, cantaloupe and cucumbers.
The plants are looking good so far but what's that I see?
Temperatures hovering between 95 and 100 for the foreseeable future. Makes me want to move to Minnesota...(HA! MP)
The most fun I've had this past month has been watching my grey lady, Sweet Ginny Girl, recover from her stroke.
It's been 2 months and her appetite is back, she trots when we go out for a walk, and she doesn't pee her bed anymore. What more could I ask?
Casey Pig is happy enough to be out this morning. Little do they know that they will both be in the bathtub later. Scrub a dub-dub. Stinky Pig in the tub!
And I've been happy enough to sit out on our back porch and watch the birds eat our seed and hear the SNAP of the rat-trap I've set with peanut butter to kill all the field mice that have moved into our area.
We have 4 homes that share a back ditch area and I've noticed a big ole pile of brush build-up. Add to that the tasty yummies that grow in the garden and the birdseed...Well, we've seen the little bastards running through the garden and I've managed to kill over 20.
Probably the biggest news for me is that (I hope) to be on the back end of a really nasty case of poison ivy. It's been an itch fest around here the past 3 weeks. I really didn't want to get on Prednisone. Thought I'd suck it up instead.
I look like a kid with chicken-pox.
So disgusting with the scabs and welts.
Oh well. This too shall pass.
Didn't I say that about The Menopause?