That picture above in the header is my back yard, aka my forest, standing and looking off my deck one morning. I love living where I do. Town in the front and nothing but huge old trees all the way down to the City/County line. We all of us on this street own our part of the woods privately. I have my section and each home coming and going along the Greenbelt owns theirs. This is not City owned. It's just us chickens up and down the road.
It has rained about 22 of the 24 hours we have today. But then, it wouldn't be natural if it had not. We have well over our yearly quota of rain, since June.
The house is clean, the linens changed, a bit of cooking done, phone calls made and received, and reading about to be done. The Sunday paper for one. :-) Wish I were out on the deck in the evening sun doing so but that hasn't happened since Spring what with the extreme hotness or the rain.
Know what? I want to make some vegetable beef soup. I LOVE my soup. I love it just chock full of veggies as I am very much a veggie person anyway.
I think I will hold my heart and check beef prices for stew beef for the soup. Last time I looked the price was horrible. But then, what isn't? I have sticker shock if you will, each time I go to the store. More conversations between strangers happen as we stand gasping in the aisles, jaws unhinged, looking at the prices even of a can of corn. 98 cents? Peanut butter...and jams...Jiminy whillikers! Bread? Hold me up...I feel faint. Meat...even CANNED meat...outta sight. I would hate to tell you what the bank sent me as a notification as to what my new interest rate is on an IRA. Soon, they will ask ME to pay THEM. I want to take those out and just put 'em in a mason jar somewhere--- it is so bad.
OK..I'm griping. See ya.