It’s been raining here since Sunday and we’re all a little damp and cranky in this neck of the woods.
The good news: the grass is green!
The less-good news: by the time it’s dry enough to mow, we’ll a combine to cut through it.
The best news: not my problem. Ha!
There are rumors we’ll see the sun this weekend. Of course, there are also rumors Saturday heralds the beginning of the end of the world.
As long as it stops raining…
Ditto over here in NE PA. Our soggy yard looks like it snowed again — when I walk across it to meet the Monster at the bus stop, I wind up coated in dandelion seeds up to my calves.
I’m telling ya, in NE Ohio we have four seasons. They are:
Summer, fall, blizzard and mud!
And this year, not even the meticulous yard keepers have been able to spiffy up enough to make the rest of us semi-slackers look bad. They mow, they get tire ruts all over their yards. Sacrilege!
(I’m just really sorry my wet season is contributing to the agony on the Mississippi.)