scenes from last night

 It's been storming almost every evening/night lately. That's both strange and nice. Good because it means I don't have to spend an hour every evening watering the plants. Bad because it means Lola has to have a coronary every night. 

Last night, pre-probable-storm, I went outside to inspect the flowers. I was pretty enthralled with this one bright and illuminated white cloud in the sky, surrounded by dark gray storm clouds.

I knocked on the window to get Matt to come outside to see. Apparently he was underwhelmed, since he stared at me for like five minutes, saying "is this seriously why you made me come outside?" with this snarky expression on his face. Yeah, whatever. Sometimes you have to stop and appreciate the clouds. Which are incidentally not easy to photograph (well).

I was super excited to see that my canna lilies have bloomed. They are waaaaaaay late this year, and I have no idea why, but I'm just glad they showed up! Apparently they're going with the better late than never mantra, embraced by most people in the world that aren't me. But when it comes to plants, I suppose I will accept lateness over never-ness.

 My favorite thing about my cannas is that they are third generation. They are from my grandmother's house in Texas. A long time ago, my mom took some and transplanted them to her yard in Augusta. And then three years ago, when we bought our house, my mom transplanted some of them from her house to mine. See? Three generations. It makes me happy to know that my mom, grandmother, and I are all seeing the same flowers bloom.

 

We picked our first lima beans!!

  ...and went ahead and cooked and ate them. Even though we'd already eaten dinner. I know. Sometimes we're crazy like that. But what else could we have done with our 11 or so beans that amounted to about 4 bites?

They were some good bites, though.

Other than farming, I spent most of the evening looking up and narrowing down bacon recipes for this weekend's Bacon Fest. Yes, you read me right. A party devoted to BACON. Last year's pretty much blew my mind, and I've been counting the minutes until this year's. And now the time is drawing nigh. Be still my heart (and stomach).