Promised sun tomorrow, and a small spike in the temp, I’m hoping that I can get a little mowing and spraying done before it gets wet again Tuesday and the foreseeable future. A few months ago I fretted the lack of snow on the nearby small mountains. Now, with the freezing levels at 3,000 feet the last several days, there’s good cover, albeit a bit later than usual.
Of course, with a lot more days of rain than sun, crops aren’t getting in the ground. Indeed, the oak leaves are much larger than a squirrel’s ear but the temperatures won’t allow for germination. Put that wet and cold together and you get seed rot anyway.
So, if I get a day’s respite, I must be prepared to make hay, so to speak. Short on gas for the lawn tractor, and the truck under a quarter tank, I dodged some raindrops, hopped in the rig and went to town.
The Hollywood Video in the Plaza Shopping Center is closing its doors. Apparently, Netflix and those red boxes scattered about have brought the demise. That’s progress, I guess, but in a small town, that kind of change leaves a scar, especially when the 5,000 square foot space adjacent to the video store has been vacant for more than a year. This on the main drag.
Yet, I suppose there’s hope. We just got our second traffic light, part of a major road construction project on the highway that passes the outskirts. Two lane to four lane, two years in the doing, anticipating something big, one would think… or rather, hope. No shortage of that, I suppose: hope.