This morning Himself took Heidi out for her first "exercise" of the day a little before 5:30 a.m., and good thing, too, because it soon started pouring buckets. He took off for work on his 13th (not all of which run) motorcycle, a relatively modern Suzuki. Maybe from the 80s? Oh, dear. Anyway, it was wet when he left, and here I am having finished my two cups of coffee, still waiting for pages to load, and the clothes drier to quit. Why does itunes keep popping up? It's a mystery to me.
I felt guilty setting new plants out yesterday, because I'm sure the slugs probably ate them last night, and if not, they'll probably finish them off this morning. I believe I need to buy a new little blue star creeper, because I see no sign of it now. If only these showers would spread themselves out to cool off some of the hot summer nights, then probably the slugs and the flowers would fair better.
This little bird is sitting on her nest in the parking lot of the repair yard where Himself works. He took us by to see them. The enterprising employees set some traffic cones around the eggs to protect them from being crushed by huge and heavy construction equipment.
