I called ahead and went back for that haircut. I don’t let it get very long, not more than an inch or so, but it is so thick it drives me crazy in the heat.
It was humid and hot until in the afternoon the clouds opened up yet again and rain poured down. There’s not much point in checking the weather report lately.
The weather people don’t seem able to predict these sudden spurts of intense rain.
Mother Nature is either exceedingly angry or crying tears of joy. I don’t know which. And who am I to question her?
You can see the first raindrops above on the cement. First just a smattering, and then the sound of rain on the roof beat down harder and gave the plants a good watering.
I just don’t know if this much rain is good or bad for the gardens. The intensity and suddenness of it.
As I sat here in my chair with the curtains closed against the sun I did not see the skies darken. But I heard the sharp claps of thunder preceding the rain.
Look what I found growing out of a tiny hole in the cement. An errant morning glory I think.
Really gives new meaning to the phrase “bloom where you are planted”, doesn’t it? What comes up through the cement was certainly not planted there.
These scrappy plants coming through the half a decade old patio cement seem to have traveled underground and come up in the most unlikely of places.
This is what I learned Ms. Ivy Lou was doing while I was writing my post yesterday. That toilet roll had just been put on.
I would close the bathroom door, but then I would keep her from her precious bathtub. And I just can’t do that to her.
Well, I’m not wasting it. I put it in the bottom drawer of the vanity and will use it anyway.
She was nowhere to be found when I came upon this sight. Probably already bored with her escapade and off napping by then.
Ivy doesn’t seem to eat as much as she did. Maybe they eat a lot when they are kittens and during their first year. I thought I couldn’t fill her up there for a long time.
She no longer wakes me up in the morning to feed her.
I watched Ivy going after a fly near the patio doors later in the day. I had zapped it with my zapper, but it was a strong little fly and kept right on going.
Ivy leaped and chased after that thing for quite some time. With her big paws she finally won the contest and the fly was gone. Nasty little buggers.
I love the way the rain drops flow down the leaves of the Japanese maple and linger at the tips. Little prisms of precipitation that are beautiful to behold.
Art untouched, is how I think of it.