Now I, I Wish it Would Rain Down, Down on Me

Does anyone know what a jumped-up-from-the-middle-of-no- where-polka-dotted-rash-with-runny-nose could be? Anyone? Anyone?

Ah, yes. It has been one of those days.

Earlier today, it acted like it was going to rain. Notice I said acted like. We really need rain. My grass is turning brown and I'm too lazy conservative to pull the hose out to water it. I have a rule (ha, I have many rules) that if I'm going to grow something in my yard, then it needs to survive the freaking Kansas weather. I dig a hole, drop it in the ground, water it (and maybe even a few times) and leave it alone.

You survived? Great! You didn't? Well then, they shouldn't have been selling you in the nursery. Should they?

Perhaps I need to adopt that attitude a little more towards my children. Hmmmm.

Anyway... they played in the sandbox...


And ate lots of sand.


You can see a little of that rash on the chubalicious left leg. (The rash on the right foot is the atopic dermatitis.)


And got into a sandfight (see how freaking dark it is? My camera had to use the flash. Mother Nature must be PMSing to get my hopes up for the rain like that).


Can they fix it? Yes, they can.


And they have to concentrate while they fix it.

Oh, and fine, some gratuitous garden photos. Stop twisting my arm already.


Peach day lillies and Echinacea (Echinacea, you will be the death of me! I will pull all of you out yet! Argh! Damn weeds!)


Hydrangea


The daylilly brigade, ready for summertime battle. Let's take a closer look at our troops, shall we?


Red-y, orange-y lilly.


Peach-y dream.


Yellow flames a'fire. (Yes, I'm making these all up by myself. Impressed?)


Hell-hath-no-fury-like-a-lilly-scorned.


Watch-out-I-may-just-burn-you lilly.

Okay. That was exhausting. Gah.