RAIN, HOCKS, AND NEW NEIGHBORS

Storms.

We are having a daily dose of such.  Enough already.

Yesterday, amidst the tornado siren going off and a torrential downpour, my son and his fiancee moved into our 'rental house'.  Nice having them in the neighborhood!  I promise, Ally, NOT to be a nosey mother in law and watch everything you are doing...

well, not everything.... just, a couple things... okay, I won't even look,  I'd say the trees will block it, but, mother nature wants me to look, obviously...

On another yard note, you might wonder if you drive by why I have holly hocks coming up wherever they so desire.  Well, if you are an old Hinckley-ite, you might recall the holly hocks of the alley behind the funeral home. It was lined with holly hocks, and they were planted originally by my grandmother. Years ago, and I mean like 15-20, I 'harvested' some seeds and sowed them along my fence where I thought would be a delightful place for my crop of of hocks...

guess not.

They don't like the fence, they like wherever the birds drop their seeds, so each year, it's a crapshoot... I love how they look, even though they come up in the damnedest places...

Now, excuse me, I must go out in the yard, and fire up the chainsaw... a woman's work is never done...