The past two days now have featured some crummy weather, the kind of weather that should be reserved for early April, not the middle of May. Cool, rainy, chill weather. Blustery weather. Clammy weather. Indeed, looking at radar images of the Great Lakes region one would think a hurricane was swirling around us. It has certainly brought gray skies and rain, and in some places high winds. Gills Rock reported gusts up to 70 mph. The Washington Island Ferry actually shut down; there were reports of 8- to 9-foot seas in Death's Door. And Maryanne thought our crossing was hazardous.
This less than balmy weather is forecasted to last throughout the weekend, thereby putting a damper on my work in the yard. If the weather continues wet, though, I'll have to forgo mowing the lawn, but it will be a good opportunity to sow grass seed to patch some thin or bare spots, as well as spread insecticide on the front lawn to deal with the ants there. Part of me thinks Maryanne is secretly happy I won't be spending the entire weekend out in the yard, despite her protestations to the contrary.
I've begun formulating a plan for what I want to do with the yard, and am now actually anxious to complete as much of the work as I can. The fact that this weekend's weather is not expected to be cooperative is disappointing. We'll need more perennials, as well as some shrubs, but I can't yet justify the expense until I have all the manual labor done in preparation.
Mood: Disappointed
Music: Santana: "No One to Depend On"
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