I'm not getting along with my yard right now. I'm pretty sure it hates me for transplanting- and killing- several poppies that had been growing at the back of the yard twice as long as I've been alive. So now I'm battling a population explosion of thistles everywhere, I discovered that I've been growing (and nurturing) this pretty white flower with fern-type foliage and it's actually considered a noxious weed, the carrots I planted over a month ago aren't sprouting, and the mosquitos make it impossible to step out the door without being eaten alive.
But! On the plus side, my crab apple tree is still alive, my patio/shade project turned out well once I learned to use a drill, the potatoes and onions and tomatoes are doing great, and the lilies I planted last year are all about to bloom.
My neighbors bought two goats. And they cry all the time. The goats, not the neighbors. These goats sound like toddlers wailing. And the goats are having a baby. This has nothing to do with anything, I'm just sitting here listening to the sad goats right now.
The temperature outside says 115 degrees. That's disgusting. And probably wrong. Hopefully. I think my kid is trying to climb out her window.