Rain. A drop or two. Maybe three. Need much
more. There's been a hawk around for the last couple of weeks. Happy
chipmunk and squirrel hunting my feathered friend.
Still waiting for
the wild area to turn yellow with golden rod and purple and white with
asters. Until then I shall be content with the pink of the thistle
(bees and butterflies love them!) and the blue of lobelia.
It is not yet time for the fall crocus or the mums. The rose of
Sharon and the phlox continue to be the stars of the show. The "real"
beds are mostly golden rod by now themselves. I suppose I should "weed"
better or mulch more, but, as I often avow, weeds are beautiful too.
The roses have revived some. The snapdragons and alyssum will take off
when the cooler weather sets in once fall officially gets here.
Company tomorrow. My cousin Eddie, his wife Barbara, and his daughter
Laura are coming from the DC area for another visit to the family
matriarch (who goes by Mom around here.) More visitors on the weekend.
My niece Elizabeth and her clan, also from DC, are coming for a visit.
(People must be trying to escape DC.) Mom will enjoy the company. I
may even have to clean up the house--a LITTLE.
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