Winter may be over, at least I think...

This pic was sent to me long ago, it still makes me smile.

Yesterday I heard a weatherman on one of the "City's" stations say it was the coldest early May in 130 years.  I cannot testify to that exactly as I was not there 130 years ago (although my husband may have been...), it was darn cold.

So far the tomato plants are still growing, even with frost singed leaves.  I'm a little concerned about the globe basil plant, it is losing a lot of the cute little tiny weeny basil leaves.  We'll see what the next couple of weeks bring.

Today we are to reach 80 and with it hopes that I can get to some much needed outdoor chores.  It really does look like Ma and Pa Kettle live here (have you ever watched those old movies, hilarious!).  I think the two neighbors we share the gravel lane with are beginning to think we have become slackers. 

The one neighbor hopefully knows better but the woman who just moved into the house that overlooks the hill has no memories of a nicely mowed lawn, clipped hedges, and a fence line which was not being taken over by the forest it originally knew.

You would think the colder weather would have stopped the growth.  Perhaps it did a little but the rain made up for it... approx. four inches of rain last week.  More in the forecast this week.  Yes, my mind has been leaning toward Noah (and not the recent silly movie... rock people?).

All of this to say... I am just checking in before heading out.  A real honest to goodness review for The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry is planned soon as well as a My World this Week.

That reminds me... Hubby and I were running an errand together yesterday evening, which is rare.  We pulled up into the driveway and at first I thought someone was in our house!

The curtain was pulled back at least a couple feet.  It didn't take too long to see the furry creature glaring gazing out at us through the window (she can sit on the back of the sofa and see outside).  We could tell even through the window we were getting a good talking to... the meowing continued when we went inside.

Apparently Her Fluffiness does not appreciate being left alone.  She was in quite a snit.  Hubby said it was too bad we didn't have a video camera and put THAT tantrum on "The Blog"!

Yeah, anyone who is owned by a cat knows who is the Queen (or King) of their house!