It is officially June, the mosquitoes have hatched, I have a few plants in the ground, and yesterday the sky over our house looked like this:
The type of storm you can hear growling in approach, turns the sky green, and sets off tornado warnings in the burbs. For those who aren’t weather map geeks (as I might be), purple indicates “most severe” for rainstorms, and there was a purple spot over our house that you can’t see here.
Which means that yesterday afternoon I was running around the house from room to room trying to get the best view of the lightening… and from what I can tell, no one else born and bred in this area behaves in such a fashion. At least not at my age.
Today was warm and muggy, one of the first days that feels like east coast summer. Matt worked on coaxing life out of our front lawn (which keeled over the first time we mowed it), and I planted some seeds in hopes that I might get something out of my Burpee order this year.
I was unable to make the grow kit for idiots work out (user error, I’m sure). My theory is that if you plant seeds late in an area with a long growing season, the plants will harvest later, moving the whole process forward a month (or so). We’ll know soon enough how solid my reasoning skills are soon enough.
How does one end the perfect summer weekend? By barbecuing, of course.