More rain, and I expect the slugs are simply ecstatic. Between downpours, my husband, Clif, and I managed to get to the town’s transfer station to get some of their lovely black compost. Now, if it will only stop raining long enough for me to spread it.
All this gloomy, wet weather could really be depressing. However, we have been invited over to our friends’ house for dinner, and visiting with Jim and Dawna always perks up a rainy day. Or rather, a rainy week.
I will be bringing homemade bread.
And homemade blueberry pie.
Who cares if it’s a rainy day? Well, maybe I still do 😉