Rain, rain, rain. Started later than predicted, but just as welcome in the afternoon.
I dug another hole this morning, with temps only drifting around 80˚F, depending on sun/shade. One dig a month, making a garden - one cubic meter at a time. Replanted the unhappy lemon balm mint, maybe a change will do it good. Stripped some dead sod for mini-clover - which hopefully will take over. The thyme seems content in the new digs from several weeks ago.
I also met a lot of dog walkers, and dogs, this morning. It's nice getting encouragement and company when doing physical labor.
As part of the Pioneer Day celebrations (next week) there was a Youth Parade, just a few blocks long, and a block from us. We went over too early, but it worked out because we got to see all the parade had to offer, at our speed - not theirs. And D made Young Pioneer references at all the children dressed matchily, with bandanas and head scarves. His culture, he's allowed, at least by me. Got to hear a marching band play (while just standing) which was the important bit.
Amazing to me that we have a fresh bloom of roses. They are small, and a bit rusty, but vigorous for all that.
The vegetable garden is surviving. Good data, next year I will know more.
Moby does Seem to enjoy surveying his domain from above.
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we are still waiting for our rain.
any second...
That photograph of Moby's priceless.
We've just had several days of rain here. Nothing remarkable, but elsewhere in New Zealand flooding's closed roads and even cut off large towns. At least we didn't get the bitter cold with it, though.
I'm all for balance and moderation.
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