I get to complain about the weather. Every day is the same for me, anyway, and now the weather is the same, day after day. Sunny in the morning, dark by noon, as though it might rain, and then no rain. Just darkness, for no good reason at all.
This is boring. As they used to say back in the 40s, “change the record, will you?”
Poor ‘Annabel’. The Lucy Liu of lilacs, she blooms earlier than the regular vulgaris types, but now she’s drooping very sadly.
Here’s a thought, though. On September 3, 1961, four inches of snow fell on Denver. Something to look forward to …..