We had a humdinger of a rain late last night, drenching everything in sight.
The ground is still too wet to plant in, so the two new pots of Penstemons will have to wait a little longer to find their new home.
Eight white-tail deer were happily nibbling away on the front lawn this morning, not a care in the world, and no more scared of human presence than the man in the moon.
I wonder sometimes just who owns the property.
The county leaders have decided to cancel our fair this year, the largest in the state.
Times, they are a 'changing.