Brian came over the other day and raked up the dead periwinkle, then began the task of laying down the black plastic ground cover, and removing the paving stones.
We got the predicted afternoon thunderstorms, along with this stuff—hail!:
I ran out onto the deck railing to remove my lovely fuchsia plant before it literally blew over, and I got totally soaked in that short while. Now this is a covered deck, right? But the rain was blowing in from the south HORIZONTALLY…practically all the way over to the doors!
And because of said rain, we only had 7 brave souls of the 11 show up for the supper club dinner, but we still had a great time. The rain had slowed way down by then… and nobody melted.
Traveling Man has gone to Atlanta today to SELL a trailer! And I have Cuban pork in the crockpot for a marbles night here with friends tonight…smelling mighty good…yum!
Have a fabulous Friday. Life is good, y’all!