There are a lot of songs about guys riding around in cars in the rain. Just saying. Ooh, and how Big Jack Earl was 8-foot-one, yk? Don't let me get started there.
I brought these in before the rain last night.
Those are perennial sweet peas -- no scent; bloom all-summery. I saw them when we were vacationing five years ago where Virginia is touching West Virginia and there is also North Carolina and I think Tennessee & Kentucky were moving in on us. Anywhere, they were all over. I planted them a few years back; I guess they are invasive, but unless they spread it doesn't matter. Paradoxically, our space is not big enough for a Plant Takeover.
Fathers' Day was a welcome distraction from the affliction we know as felting. (Felting/is this feeling of so many feelings, rushing to crowd/each other, piling up on the weave of our hearts) I put another lamb shoulder on the grill. It came out pretty great. We sent the kids to the cineplex for a 2-hour movie matinee two days in a row. Two times! Like Jim Morrison! Mari was supposed to leave Sunday night but he stayed until Monday morning. Lagniappe!
I like this song a lot + more right now. As discussed another time, I like this pair of sisters.
Yes. À bientôt, j'espère.