It feels like summer has come to a screeching halt. Looking out the window, the skies are heavy and gray, and drizzling rain makes the world look like April and not August. It's a cool 62 degrees, and I doubt we'll hit 70 today.
Dan took the day off today, so it doesn't even feel like a Monday. I'm glad he did, as we had a very busy weekend watching the grandkids, which is so much fun, but leaves little time for our own stuff. Not just the fun stuff, but the necessary weekend stuff. So, he's off today, and I'm so glad for him.
I'm torn between staying home all day and finding something in the freezer to whip up for a nice, hot supper -- and going to the grocery store to buy ingredients for a fall recipe I've been wanting to try. And I'm thinking about the cucumbers that are out in the garden, the ones I saw yesterday and made a mental note to go out and pick today before they get any bigger, so I can make another jar of refrigerator pickles. We've been scarfing those things down like crazy. They're so good!
I have a couple of rose bush clippings that I got from my brother's backyard on Saturday. One is from a rosebush that originally grew in my grandparents' backyard in New Jersey!, and the other is a climbing rose that is so lush and heavenly scented. My dad planted it in the backyard at our family home, so I want to see if I can get both of those growing in my yard. Right now they are sitting in a vase, soaking up some water. But with this rain expected all week, it would be a good time to put them in some dirt pots outside and let them take root.
How is Monday looking in your neck of the woods?