A Cup Of Sugar

This was the first of many shots I took yesterday of the rosemary bush in full bloom.  None of them, however, show the sparkling raindrops that I'd hoped to capture every time the sun came out.  After a pretty rough start to the morning, it was an on-again, off-again day.  The weatherman had predicted "showers."  What he should have said was, "Expect intermittent downpours."  During one of the breaks, Bessie and I went out to the herb garden and enjoyed a spell of warm sunshine.  She supervised while I deadheaded the last of the marjoram flowers.  It was great to see the first of the peony plants popping up.  Then the clouds came back and the wind picked up.  We chose discretion as the better part of valor and went back in to watch NASCAR.

Once upon a time when we lived in SoCal, a neighbor's son called and asked to borrow a cup of sugar.  "Yes."  Shortly after, he called to ask for a couple of cups of flour.  "Yes."  Next, "Do you have any vanilla?"  "Yes."  When he came to get the vanilla, curiosity got the better of me.  "What are you making?"  "We want to make a cake but we don't have any of the stuff."  Alrighty then.  Up here, I've been asked for batteries, tomato sauce, and, yes, sugar.  Yesterday Cam asked if I had any Betadine, an antiseptic solution.  Shadow, the mini-donkey, had a sore hoof that she was treating.  "Yes."  It pays to stock up on anything and everything; one never knows what the next request will be.

We didn't lose power once yesterday and I'm happy to say that the last episode of "Downton Abbey" recorded last night.  I am saving it as a special treat to watch in the future.  I will be just as sad when the series "Doc Martin" ends.  I've grown to love the characters in both shows and will miss them terribly as they leave.  Just hearing the theme music gives me the feeling of coming home or visiting good friends.

It is raining again (still).