My yard begs for rain. Yearns for it. Pines for it. After earnestly watching the radar all day, we are heartened just a bit that the first squall lines of TS Fay are heading north out of South Georgia. Maybe we’ll get a drop or two out of this yet. Joan of Arggh is blogging the storm in her backyard.
The joy of old cookbooks.
I just can’t make (delinked) this stuff up, ya-know.
I need a nap.