We have rain. Combine that with nighttime temps of 50° and, counting from today, in eighteen days the tomatoes will develop blight. Maybe if we get some warmer temps this prognosis can be somewhat averted. We'll see.
We have a shitload of lettuce. And kale.
Meanwhile, we haven't seen the Mallard and her ducklings in four days.
The grand theme of things. What?
The compost can use the moisture.
Things could be worse, things being multifarious and attitude paramount. It's not all a cause for the mealy-mouthed, but I'm waiting to share better news. Next month, okay?
The middle of this month, the 18th to be exact, will mark three years for this here interface. As of today, that's 1108 posts. Too many to link when referring to the past but kinda fun to do the math (a small indulgence). I'd say something about it when the time comes, but I'm going to be MIA for several days next week.
Oh, you better believe there will be pictures!