It's not raining today. It's suppose to be. In fact, it was suppose to be rainy and cold and miserable all week long. Instead it's not rainy (though there are dark clouds out to the southwest), it's warm-ish (I might dig out the one pair of shorts that I like!), and the only thing miserable is my attitude.
Last week was beautiful. For the North. This is to say: it was almost 20ºC and sunny but the bugs were vicious. And I spent three hours every day getting my front flower beds in shape:
They look so nice! Actually now that I'm looking at the last photo it occurs to me that I need to pull some weeds from between the patio bricks.
A week of being housebound because of inclement weather sounded like the perfect excuse for me to NOT continue on with the grunt labour of dealing with my problematic backyard vegetable garden (I'm leaning toward downsizing the plot and putting in more perennials). Surely I had earned a week of
Instead it's sunny -- but buggy -- out.
But no fear: it's suppose to be rainy NEXT week. When we're on vacation. Of. Course.