Not much new here on Stauffer Ave. today. We did take a drive to check out water puddles in the area. Hopefully after this week the summer weather will be kind.
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Noreen
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Noreen
We have taken the six inches of rain within the last three days in stride. Oh, so fortunate that we did not get the high-damaging winds that many areas not far from us did. I willingly will sweep up muck and mud off the patios. A few fans moving air in the garage porch will dry that nylon carpeting out in due time.
The thunder rumbled from three in the afternoon until well after midnight with intermittent lightning. Weather systems keep me humble and very thankful when the first light of dawn allows me to see that our home has been spared from harm. Stauffer Avenue sends up “Thanks be to God.”
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Noreen
Duck Weather
These guys are getting a rinse off all too often.
We seem to be catching up on what was considered drought conditions in this early spring. Very few days in between showers and today the thunder is a continual rumbling. At four in the afternoon I do have a light on in the living room as the darkness is all encompassing. I had been sitting out under our patio umbrella enjoying a bit of the afternoon until I could hear an automatic messaging service on my cell phone alerting me to a fast-moving storm coming from the west.
Dennis put down the umbrella in the nick of time as the rain began with some really bright lightning strikes.
The entire week is in question as to rain versus possible sun. Dennis is strutting his stuff today as the call to mow the yards yesterday afternoon was the perfect timing. With additional rain forecast and possible temps in the 80s this week I hope he keeps that swagger of his. As I said it is truly duck weather.
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Noreen
. . . and Dennis Wins
Yesterday we had an additional 2.75 inches of rain − just when the garden was getting to the point that my shoes did not become heavy with mud.
We’ve had a very laid back Father’s Day . . . until 4:30 this afternoon. I thought I could hear an additional noise over the detour traffic, and sure enough, rounding the corner of the garage was Dennis on his trusty riding lawn mower. I went out to enjoy a sit on the patio and Dennis assured me he was just checking the mower over and that tomorrow we would be doing the lawns. As we sat and enjoyed the breeze that was drying the air the twinkle in Dennis’ eyes spoke volumes.
Well, I am here to tell you that by 6:30 this evening the lawns have been mowed. After all it was Dennis’ Father’s Day and he won by a landslide. By the way . . . the lawns do look wonderful.
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Noreen
What are the odds? I traveled 99 miles to the northeast for a golden anniversary celebration. It was a come-and-go event, and after a great exchange with cousins, I bid my adieu. On the way home I stopped for coffee and stretched my legs as I had no timeline. I decided to take a bit of a detour to drive past a home that we had enjoyed as a family in the 1970s. As I slowed down to take it all in, from the opposite direction came another vehicle going slow. What are the odds that my son and daughter-in-law coming from miles to the west would be at the exact same location as I was and that we recognized each others vehicle? We each pulled into an area out of traffic and had a brief, but sweet, exchange. Happenstance is alive and well.
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Noreen
This was a day for errands and best of all . . . hair cuts for both Dennis and me. The traffic is humming and sometimes screeching. The skid marks at the intersection are mounting as the detour is hard on motorists’ patience. Stop does mean . . . “Stop.” Catch everyone on another day!
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Noreen
Prolific
The seed pods have barely finished falling from the Maple tree and lookie look. Prolific trees abound. Dennis and I raked up several bushel of the pods from the gardens and I can’t tell you how many more are in the lawn. By next spring those that will get a foot hold in the soil will have quite the root system.
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Noreen
A New Nightly Venue
Last night the outside temps were great and the best part, there were no bugs. Dennis and I sat on the patio after dark and watched the parade of semis going north, semis going south – all past our home. The light show of various configurations on the tractors and trailers were almost better than the yearly parade our community puts on. This will be nightly venue until sometime in July.
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Noreen
It’s All Coming Together
What a great season here on Stauffer Avenue. The vegetables are up and I mentioned to Dennis that I can’t wait for a fresh salad. He reminded me that the packages of seeds stated anywhere from 52 to 67 days to maturity. Bummer.
Last fall we went to the farm fertilizer plant and got the good stuff for the lawns. My brother swears by it and I can tell you, our lawns have never looked better. As luck would have it there was some left over and Dennis went over the flower gardens before the weather got cold last fall. I will tell you there are some awesome looking perennials out there.
In the past years I would be sad when one morning I would go for my morning walk with coffee in hand and see the hostas had been some bug’s snack. This year I am keeping my sprayer ready with Bug Be Gone and I hope I can keep ahead of the little buggers and they will have to get their daily food allotment elsewhere.
Alright, I will admit, I have one sprayer with Bug Be Gone, one with Weed Be Gone, and the third with Round Up. I know what many of you are thinking . . . “chemicals!” So be it. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink and I don’t use hair spray. I do have a very healthy life as the spraying is not done 24/7. In fact, the fumes of all the semi trucks going past our home as we are on a detour route is far more damaging. I think my little acre here on Stauffer Avenue and the enjoyment we get from having a sweet inviting home for the two of us speaks volumes. To each their own.
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Noreen
I’ll Take It
I’ll take the multiple rains. I most likely will look good with muddy web feet. They will go great with my dirty fingernails. The volunteer trees are easy to pull up when the ground is as wet as it has been. And then . . . low and behold two small Japanese Ferns were spotted making their way to be respected among the Hosta. Sweet, just plain sweet.