... I've not got home before dusk or later, all week, for the most part.
So this morning (well, noon to be honest, it really has been a big week) my first garden visit was a bit of a shock. Although it's been promising to rain and storm for what seems like ages, it simply hasn't. And how the garden has suffered.
The poor, poor garden is all droopy and crispy. I'm a terrible guardian.
The soaker hose is doing its magical, wet thing, right now.
Saturday, March 7
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(i think winter ended here today.)
It's 27.5 and climbing, summer has yet to leave the building.
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