Cliff watched the weather on TV just before he came to bed last night. There would be no rain storms in Kansas City, they said. At 2 AM I awoke to a downpour, and a dog barking. Cliff's sister left Angel here while she vacationed. Angel barks at thunder. It poured and thundered for over two hours. Even Cliff, as deaf as he is, was awakened, and finally put her out on the back porch and then promptly went back to sleep. As for me, once I'm awakened at that time of the morning, the chances are slight that I will go to sleep again, so I'm draggy and grumpy today.
Thanks to Facebook friends, I found out that the rain really was very spotty. We received over 2 1/2 inches. Spring Hill, Kansas, got no rain at all, even though that's usually in the direction from whence our storms come. Harrisonville, Missouri, got three inches, while a friend in Independence only had a few drops in her rain gauge. She's about twenty miles to the west of us. Perhaps that forecast for Kansas City was correct!
My garden is not much to brag about this year. For some reason I can't get beets and carrots to germinate; I've planted both three or four times, and except for the first planting, which was very small, I'm getting nothing except an occasional beet or carrot here and there. The potatoes got sickly early on, from blight. I need to make a mental note to plant Kennebecs next year; they aren't so susceptible to blight.
Steakhouse Hybrid. I need to leave the heritage varieties alone. They never do well for me.
I will leave you with a picture of what used to be our bedroom in the old two-story house: