This evening after work, I had big plans to go on a brisk exercise walk and work in the garden. Only it rained and rained, so I'm inside blogging instead. So far, summer has blessed us with rain at least once a week, and I can't believe how green everything looks in these photos. (Click the above photo so see it full-size on your screen. It's beautiful.)
Life is good for Tommy and me. He started a new job last week, and it's going well. Other than that, this seems to be one of those time periods where a lot of plans and ideas are incubating, but nothing is really sprouting yet--except in the garden.
Some volunteer plants of some kind have sprung up around the Buddah. I think they might be alliums--which is awesome, because my Grandma Marjorie used to grow them in her garden. As for deliberate gardening plans, I sowed seeds of two kinds of sunflowers, plus morning glories and (cross your fingers) moonflowers. The latter were described on the seed packet as "slow to start" (oh goody), but I took the risk anyway. If they actually grow, I'll have vines of white flowers that only open at night. How cool is that?
If it were to stop raining, our yard might actually look like this picture I took last week:
Lately, since I've just finished reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix for the umpteenth time in preparation for next month's Deathly Hallows, I've taken to sitting in the garden reading my other favorite book: The Encyclopedia of 5,000 Spells. Uh-huh real spells. Most of 'em cast with herbs and other garden goodies. I'm havin' fun, I'll tell ya. I'm becoming a regular Professor Sprout. Funny, I always saw myself as more of a Hermione Granger type. . . .
Anyway, just because I love it, here's a gorgeous photo Tommy took last week as your parting shot:
