It’s been a long, hot summer here in Texas. And I do mean hot. There were a couple of days when it was hotter here than in the sands of the Middle East. Now, that’s pretty dang hot.
We have haven’t had much rain, either. And now I know why. The rain gods were just waiting for the day when the landscapers had pulled up all the remaining grass in the backyard before they let loose with a deluge of pent up rain.
That’s right, folks, I now have the most beautiful mud hole in the backyard with a lovely limestone border running through it. It is an unholy mess out there. This is why we don’t do projects like this by ourselves anymore.
It was a great summer storm with lots of really loud thunder and lightening. And then *blink* out went the lights, followed by a shingle shaking boom of thunder. Luckily, I’m a candle junkie, so I whipped up a little ambiance.
So, now we have a raging storm, no lights, and a big mud hole, right? Well, friends, it gets better. You see, the rain gods are not finished with me yet. They have decided it would be quite funny to give the fat dog a little Montezuma’s revenge. Oh no! you say. Oh yes.
Every two hours we were wading through the mud hole to get to the patch of grass on the side of the house. And back again to the patio door where I would have to wipe all the mud off her feet before letting her back inside. Great fun. I hope the gods had a good chuckle over that one.
I’m hoping they are done with me now. I don’t know how much better this can get.
Edited: I wonder whose great idea it was to tile the whole downstairs? That would be me. It’s coming in handy now, isn’t it?!