Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains. ~ Henry Ward Beecher
Again. Or maybe that should be "still".
I had something to talk about today, but I can't seem to get past the rain... It never stops. And, oh good, thunder, too. We had seven (SEVEN!!) days of sun in June. We almost set an all-time record for fewest sunny days in June in the history of New Hampshire. And, it's raining again today -- so July is off to a great start.
Seattle is sunnier than we are. DH and I have talked about relocating and we love Washington state, but opted to stay east of the Cascades because of the dreary weather on the coast, but I'm beginning to think that was just silly...
I know a lot of you are battling heat right now. Texas is in a drought state, my mom is "enjoying" days of over 100 degrees every day, but I would trade my weather with you in a heartbeat. Even if it was too hot to go outside, at least I could sit INSIDE and enjoy the bright sunshine. I crave it.
It had BETTER clear up for the Fourth --- I do not want to listen to my DH and DD complain about not being able to go boating and missing the fireworks.
I want to sit outside and look at my flowers (many of which I've missed because perennials have a short bloom span and then they are done), I want to weed (I swore I'd weed a little bit every day so it wouldn't get so out of hand), I want to walk with the dog through the neighborhood, I want to ride bikes with DD, listen to the birds, have my windows open for fresh air.
In other words: Summer Please.
I wrote some more on my plotted short story. I'm enjoying it, which is good, but only wish I had just a wee more time to give to it. DH is off from work until next Weds, so things are a bit unsettled here, but I'm giving it a try!
In Pillar Place: Swallowtail -- We have only two 'pillars left who haven't made pupae (Greg and Fiona). Yesterday, Hannah made hers on the wall at the very bottom of the box (which could make things a little dicey when she hatches, since she has nowhere to hang to let her wings dry -- they typically hang from their pupa casing) and Carole made hers on the netting at the top (also not a great idea since I have to open it up to get to all the other butterbabies inside). When I saw she was settling up there, I tried tickling her little feet to get her to move, but she was having none of it -- just horned me and stayed put. I'm beginning to think we don't have the smartest 'pillars in the neighborhood, but at least they didn't have to survive all this rain.
How long before I hear about my query?
6 hours ago