Hey gang, how`s tricks? Come on in and grab a mug.
Another Sunday night has crept up on us, hasn`t it? It seems like Mister just gets home on Friday and when I turn around its Sunday evening. Summer kind of brings a sort of hazy laziness to life it seems. The heat makes us seek out shade trees, fans, and tall glasses of iced tea. It`s been hotter than usual here in Pennsylvania this summer, at least it feels it to me. I don`t do heat well. Or cold. Give me temps between fifty and seventy and I`m one happy goatherder!
With all the heat and humidity thunderstorms are sure to rumble along. So far I have yet to find any Greek gods lying nekkid in my goat barn. Darn it. Thursday we had a very severe line pass over, dropping tornados in nearby counties and New York. The hot, heavy clouds seemed to like passing over our farm and we muddled about for days with storms and gulley-washers. We did need the rain though, so I do try to keep that in mind when I come back from doing chores a wee bit soggy. The patter of rain on roofs and ground is rather comforting isn`t it?
The garden is very thankful for the precipitation, as are these pretty little daisies growing by our stone steps.
How has summer been treating your posies and potatoes?