I was so glad Linda didn’t choose yurt or yeti for the prompt, but I find ‘yard’ is bittersweet.
I HAD planned to work in my yard this weekend. Specifically, to clear out my vegetable plots. That’s the work part. Then I thought I would add my traditional geraniums to the terracotta pots, and plant some impatiens along the front bed. If I still had energy, I’d add some decorative grasses.
But I won’t be doin any of that this weekend. Cause last night was all like this:
Yeah, and more of that today, and supposedly tomorrow, too. I like to garden in the rain, but not in the red.
Lawd, our grass is gonna be knee-high by Monday.
That’s the point in filling up most of the yard with perennials — there’ll be less grass to mow down the line.
As it turns out, it’s a perfect weekend for me to stay in.
I’ve made chorizo con papas and cheese omelets, and so far I’ve only stared at the yard from four different windows about twenty-two times. It can’t rain every weekend, right? RIGHT?
Stream of Consciousness Saturday — SoCS ‘yard’ is brought to you by LindaGHill