How Dry I Am

Well, I finally got a relatively slow day.  This being the 4th thursday in the month, we played bridge in Wilmington from 10-2.

After we got home, I looked at the garden.

That's it, I just looked at it for 5 seconds and walked away.  I looked at the tomatoes and walked away.  I looked at the rain gauge and didn't walk away.  It looked so dry, I gave it some wine.  It was very happy.  It saw the world through rosé colored glass.

                                            Definitely over the legal limit

Really.  We neeeeed rain.  According to the almanac, we are supposed to have a wet spring here.  Hmm, my confidence in the good book is fading, but since we are only two days into the season, I guess I should reserve judgement.  Weather says maybe Saturday.

Seriously?  what is this stuff?

Then I tried it on the chickens and they were very skeptical.  I swan if they beint smarter 'n me.

So I took a kitchen pass on all outside work*, as you can probably tell, and started imbibing at 3 pm.  

*Except walkies.

Therefore, we walked, the doggies and me.  Buddy chased a rabbit, Muskett chased a ball, and I chased my wine with water.  I'm not completely mad.

Since it is a slow day, I'm quitting early to enjoy the rest of it.   Although, I have to say, as a last thought, that when I sat down to write today, I didn't think I had a thing to say.  I was right.

But, if you do it with humor, you can get away with it.

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