Last night we had a mother of a thunderstorm. Bobo hates thunderstorms. He broke out somehow, despite the electric wire, and was running around practically begging me to put him back up in his stall. So now I have him locked in his stall, and Bart and Frank and Thelma and Louise, too, because there are predictions for worse weather later today. I fed the ducks and chickens and came back inside just in time, before the thunder and lightning and pouring rain started all over again. The pool renovation is progressing. The next time weather permits I am going to plant my okra starters, somewhere, I haven’t decided where yet.

My plan is so far, so good along the ditch where I planted corn, squash and beans. John and Ryan showed up yesterday after I was dredging, watering and weeding all at the same time. They started spreading wood chips on either side of the ditch, and got a fair amount done before the afternoon thunderstorm put a stop to all that. There’s been a lot of thunder and lightning and rain and even hail going on around here. Be safe everyone.