After the Storm

We are creeping into thunderstorm season here in Maine. Our area always seems to get pretty intense storms that come in from out of no where. One minute it will be sunny and the next the skies turn dark. The light after the storms pass is one of my favorites. Everything glows and eerie pink/orange color.

It was a bit of a stormy weekend here, both in reality and metaphorically. My body seems to be trying to tell me that I am doing a bit too much, and after a scare this weekend it is time to cut back on my cleaning jobs. Money will be tighter than it already is...but we'll get by.

32 weeks

Welcome to the Jungle.

Our lawn mower broke last month. Weeks passed and the lawn turned into pasture land. As if everything else wasn't already overgrown, this just topped it off. Grass and gardens blended into one. There was a lot of pretty wildflowers, and the clover was nice, but enough is enough. Last week Tony finally managed to jerry rig the mower to get it to work.

Gardens are in desperate need of weeding and the edges of our woods are in need of thinning. The day lilies are blooming around the pond ( we have probably close to 50 of them out there) but you can only see about half of them. The rest are hidden in the banks, covered up by overgrown underbrush. I'd love to be out there pruning right now, but it is so hot out (over 90).

I took my first swim of the summer in the pond today. It was nice, and felt good getting this extra weight off of my feet and back for a bit. Tomorrow.....summer school starts :(