Laura stopped for a couple of weeds in the garden on our way to the grocery store this morning, and she found our very own Mr. Toad has exited his winter abode.
How about that for stink eye? I just noticed his chest markings look like a couple of playful tadpoles. That would only elicit more stink eye. "Hruumph, stupid old woman. Tadpoles are not toads!"
He was close to the size of my hand, so I elected to let him be.
I have no idea what this flower is. The coral bells have grown up since last week, too.
So, back to the weather I led off with. We got to mid eighties today, and then the bottom falls out all week long. The threat of severe weather in the middle of the country trumps my whining about forties overnight next week. I hope the potential for tornadoes spares people.
I read an interesting quote, "They don't vote governments in son, they vote them out." Also from my lips to God's ear, we must exchange out these climate deniers, and that's just for starters.
My sister's chives did not overwinter, so I promised her a trowel full when I see her next. That could be sooner than later, or later than sooner. She says she will oversee the goods moving into the new abode as I watch them leave the old.
Laura is moving back with her mother this coming Saturday, and even has secured summer employment at a local Plato's Closet. I'm packing slowly.
My neighbor and I commiserate on the management of the park. Or lack thereof. We both come trailing blue ribbons in management and organization, and simply do not understand how people so deficient are appointed to positions requiring planning, scheduling and other elementary skills of property management.
I cannot get a move in date. Without a moving date, I cannot hire a moving company. "Yes, I'm moving, very soon, but I don't have the date. Can you rent me a truck and a crew for that day?" I'm sure they think less of me than does that toad!
Today we pulled up all the garden art and stashed it on the porch. All the pictures are down. Now I need to fill boxes, taking care to leave out a sauce pan and my toothbrush. Assuming, of course, I get the nod from on high.