Nice day for ducks
It’s raining outside and I mean cats and dogs. If you have never experienced New Orleans in the rain, you haven’t experienced rain. Someone from out of town asked how long it could go on like this – and everyone turned and looked as if to say, uh, forever. The Cabrini bells are ringing that it is 6PM and there are toadstools in the garden that are almost high enough for me to sit on. Despite all this wetness, Joe managed to get over here and mow down this weedy grass and help me transplant the banana trees and a rose bush. I was hoping for a big rain after to soak the new plants in place.
Loca and I got out for a break and walked to the ATM to get some money but as we were getting the cash out of the machine, the sky grew black, and the winds whipped up, and monsoon. Lucky for me, I had money, so we sat and had a hot cup of mint tea and waited and waited.
We’re making up for a pretty dry summer by getting all our averages up for rainfall. And for me, it’s contributing to my less than sunny mood. The good news – E to the rescue. I made an appointment to see her next week telling her I needed some talking things through time.