There's nothing like the smell of wet mesquite. That hales from my youngest days in the high desert of California on the original ranch, now buried under water by Lake Isabella. The clouds here are black and ominous dumping a steady amount of water all night long and it's still going strong!
A nice steady flow just might wash my motorhome enough to be presentable. On the other hand, I'm keeping a watchful eye on the far side which tends to wash out with excessive amounts of water. I'm keeping the tractor on standby with a steady supply of peanut butter cookies.
The gardeners showed up and did a GREAT job! It's part of a school program to teach kids responsibility, that all adults aren't mean like their parents and what it's like to accomplish something. That's pretty cool in my book. Unfortunately I was too busy to get photos when it was light outside.
Although they don't normally take out big plants with big root systems, Jim decided to let his two biggest kids give it a shot doing something they really had to work at. And work they did, chopping with pick and ax for almost 90 minutes. Finally, using a come-along, they got it out. I was pretty happy and so were they! They accepted generous amounts of praise with shy smiles. I'll be calling them again, that's for sure.
Then it was jump in the car and pick up Miss Patty for a birthday jaunt to Quilters Market in Tucson. Your discount on that day is half of your birthday. That's a tidy little sum when purchasing fabric. Unfortunately, they didn't have anything Patty wanted, so I picked up these fabrics for a song.
As reader Linda Sand said, wasn't I suppose to use up some of my stash before buying any more? Shhhhhh Linda ... don't tell!! When you get a discount, it's ALWAYS good to buy!! After all, some day they may quit making fabric! Ha!
We got home just in time to turn around and head to son Mark's house where he and wife Shandra (I'm sure I probably spelled that wrong) along with granddaughter Laila, prepared the most fabulous dinner.
Perfectly cooked tri-tip and LOBSTER (and it was the best tasting lobster EVER) along with twice baked potatoes that I could have eaten three of. I think I'll try to talk Patty into having more than one birthday a year. I got home just in time to fall into bed and crash.
SO ... this morning the thrift store truck is supposed to be back to pick up my donation items. The second that's done, I'm headed to the grocery store to find more of that lobster ... on sale (or at least it was) for $5 each. The rest of the day I'm spending on the patio watching the rain!!