Fishing after a big rain can only be described as a murky bust. My granddaughter is less than enthused when she doesn’t catch anything, especially when the fish get away with her worms. What can I say? We always need moisture in Colorado, but a big, hard rain ruins fishing. Timing is everything, I always say. I didn’t even think about the rain when we got up to go.
She’s been a great helper lately in the garden. We had to move two by twenty feet of 6” deep gravel for the new flower bed. The dirt has been added and the border staked down. We’re just waiting for the bulbs to come in so we can start planting. The final touch will be putting in 5 yellow mums for color this fall.
It only took a half hour of searching to find my binoculars. Come to find out, I put them in a logical place, one that makes sense and may be where I keep them when I head out on my travels this fall. After looking in the drawer where I keep my old pair, the kitchen, the office, my closet, the front coat closet, the spare room closet, and all of those places a second time, I found them in the glove compartment of the car. Geesh. Hum. When did I do that?
My grandson started kindergarten. What a momentous occasion, not so much so in the child’s life, as it is in his parent’s. I talked to him after school and he said the bus was awesome. He couldn’t tell me a thing about what happened in school, but the bus ride was awesome! Priorities Grandma!
I got a phone call and learned my cousin in Washington state lost his home in the recent fires. My heart goes out to all the victims. There are so many fires, so many victims, we get numb to the devastation and vast need for our help. The Red Cross is a great place to donate. They are there helping right now, even if we can’t be.