Pfffff . . . 90% chance of rain my butt . . . Got it done, though. Basil is nicely repotted waiting to become pesto, maybe next week.

Blah, blah, full of hope and promise, blah, blah, crops to come, blah, blah, blah . . . ain’t it purty, though?

Perfect Weather

Yesterday: High: 95, Low: 75, no rain

So the past two days have been perfect weather to go out and add another bucket of pre-compost (kitchen waste), and a nice thick layer of soil to my raised bed to prep for fall planting. And I’ve been sick with a stupid summer cold. Figures, doesn’t it? It’s hasn’t been raining, so of course I am stuck inside feeling yucky.

I even had my husband cook dinner last night. I mean actually cook it, not just order pizza. He did pretty good. Just took a long time. So I am hoping I can get myself organized to get out there before it gets too hot or before that 90% chance of rain hits.

But I still feel yucky.