The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, nineteenth century American poet
Gathering storm clouds
Hurricane remnants perhaps?
No, just a cold front
The sky here is grey yet again,
As grey as ever it’s been.
The sun is hiding,
Its warmth subsiding.
We’re sick of this rain. Amen.
P.S. Irish girl ought to be able to write a Limerick (don’t you agree?!)
No man needs a vacation so much as the person who has just had one. ~Elbert Hubbard
I’ve missed you all something terrible, but now I’m back!
Mama’s up to her ears working on a short story this afternoon, so I’m commandeering her blog again. You other doggins out there should give it a try! Why should our moms have all the fun??
Anyway, I think mama told you we had a LOT of rain here. More than six inches this month already!
Needless to say, with all that water — and the resulting flooding — the lawn guy hasn’t been able to get here to mow my back yard.
Mama says I’m knee-deep in grass when I go out to investigate and do my “business.”
This morning, I noticed my grass was shorter. That yard man came on Saturday, and nobody bothered to tell me.
How do they expect me to be a watch-dog if they don’t let me know when strangers are coming to prowl around my house?!?
So Mama turned me out, I checked things over for her, saw it was all good, and came right back in for my cookie.
When she started laughing and pointed her camera in my direction, I gave her this look:
Guess you don’t see it either. How ’bout a closeup?
I can assure you, Mama was NOT trying to dye me like her friend Katybeth dyes Rascal! Though Rascal seems to enjoy it (probably a girl-thing, huh?!)
Now me, Mama, and the Domer all have green “shoes.” Just one big happy Irish family.
Too bad St. Paddy’s Day has already passed!