My most prized possession weathered the high winds. She is, without a doubt, the most impressive double Hollyhock I ever did see. I stroll out there to have coffee with her in the mornings and I can attest that this gal is tough as nails! [Even the sight of me in my cowgirl jammies and scary hair has not frightened her out of opening up more flowers.]
Ever get that feeling trouble is brewing? I get that all the time. And, some day? Well, I just might heed those warnings.
I went riding alone ~ which after last year's concussion, busted ribs, yada, yada is a blinky no-no ~ but it's not like I'm going to get in trouble because I no longer tell people I'm doing such things.
Anyway... that first cell phone storm photo was from high on the hill as we were heading back to the barn. This second one is after we made it home without a hitch. Though... if ever a horse could say, 'I told you so,' this should have been the day.
"Why don't you ever blog about your veggie garden," demands my good friend Haze, veggie gardener extraordinaire.
What's to say?
Vegetables are delightful to eat, slightly boring to grow.
They just sit there quietly ripening on the vine. I'm glad they're doing so well this year.
When the high winds hit, my tender little veggies started blowing up the hill toward the neighbors. So, now I have something to say. Goodbye, wonderful to have known you!
Perhaps I should be personable about this whole thing and go visit the neighbors. Will they understand? Or, will they think I'm tossing heirloom tomatoes in their direction?
Whatever the case, the horse and I survived the storm.
And, so did these little weirdos:
* We don't know the real name of the Vintage Cabernet Hollyhock. We might have been drunk when we gave her that nickname but we still think it's kind of cool...