It is still raining here. My only hope is that the ground, aka rocks, will be soft enough to get my hostas up and out of danger from the deer. Also, DH needs to use the string cutter on the weeds left on the hill also to get rid of the weeds growing up through the rocks in the back yard. When we got the rocks in the back yard the thought never occurred to me that I would have to WEED the rocks silly me.
Any day you wake up on the sunny side of the grass is a good day.
"The moving hand writes and having writ moves on. Neither all thy piety nor all thy wit can lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it." The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam
