It's been raining so much this week! It seems that the rain this year is either feast or famine. We had such a hot, dry spring in which we could not keep our garden wet enough with the hose, followed by a torrent of rain over the course of two weeks during which all my tomatoes cracked under the pressure of the sudden moisture being delivered to them with incredible speed. Then we have had just nothing again - oh, I mean, it tried to work up an afternoon shower here and there, but it was largely unsuccessful. But this week? It's been incredibly rainy, stormy and wet. The humidity this morning was 95%! It's the kind of hot, steamy morning that makes you feel as though you could shower off by simply wringing your hands above your head, squeezing the very drops out of thin air. Tomatoes? Ha! They are so full of blight and fungus by now that they are nearly hopeless. I suppose we will try again in September.
Speaking of feasts, we had our new old friends over for dinner last night. They are in town from Tennessee and have actually been considering making the move back home. Just between us, I hope they make it back here soon. It was a night of good food and great conversation. My cheeks hurt from all the smiling and laughing! And their two precious girls hid away in my precious girl's room, doing the secret things that girls will do, only to pop out now and again in fantastic outfits from the dress-up clothes bin. Andrew, for the most part, preferred to be in on the grown-up conversation, leaving the room when topics turned a bit more serious for his taste. And when the feast and conversation were through, one tiny "fairy godmudder" was found huddled behind our biggest chair, presumably hoping to live out the rest of her days in the frothy pink finery she had discovered.