Yesterday was a bit less frenetic.
My Guy has left me for his art.
|Some of My Guy's classmates|
Or at least he’s driving back and forth to Manchester, CT for the next three days to attend a class on painting Dutch-master style. He’s not missing much here, where the forecast is for rain all day.
I did manage to get some of flowers I bought yesterday into their planters before it descended. I’ll need to storm the garden center again tomorrow for more potting soil and a few more flowers for other pots.
Knowing it was going to be wet today, I cut some of the rhubarb that the previous owner thoughtfully planted years ago. Good thing a cook moved in here next. It’s a shame to let it go to waste, and I do love a strawberry-rhubarb pie, which is ridiculously easy to make, unlike a labor intensive apple pie. A little chopping and slicing and there you are.