Brighter Side

Okay - while I may not be enjoying the nigh-biblical levels of constant rain out here, apparently everything else living around here is. My lilacs are turning into a lush forest along the side of the house, the row of tulips and daffodils I planted last fall just keep putting out new blossoms, and the irises keshwyn gave us a year and a half ago are flowering for the first time. Even the peas that I managed to plant in the hour or so of sun we got last week are already starting to push up through the dirt.

I planted the rest of our garden yesterday - it wasn't quite the usual joyous wallow in sunshine that it usually is; I was wearing a jacket and watching the sky carefully to make sure I finished before it started to drizzle - but at least I got all of my seeds and seedlings in the ground before the end of the month.

My biggest worry right now is that it seems that our garden has a new fan. When I went out to pick some lilacs last Friday I discovered a very adorable, very sociable, very not-at-all-afraid little bunny rabbit sitting right on the edge of the grass where our property meets our neighbor's. Unfortunately, he would have been much more adorable if, when I shooed him off, he had run into our neighbor's yard instead of ours. I do believe I may have met the culprit who devoured the zucchini plants out of our lower bed last summer, and I need to figure out how to politely yet firmly explain to him that he needs to relocate....

GRAAAAR!

I do not understand how anyone who isn't independently wealthy ever manages to actually go anywhere on vacation, or do anything.

I have spent the last two hours trying to find a nice, simple, local place that umbran and I can go for a couple of nights in July. I know that this is THE SEASON, and that places will be a little on the pricey side, but I figured I could cope with that. I had no idea.

Several people have told me that Nantucket is wonderful, and beautiful, and lovely, and delightful. For $400 a night for B&B's with no bathtubs that don't actually serve breakfast, it had better be pretty fucking awesome. Not that I'll ever find out. Because I'm not willing to pay that kind of money, even if I *could* afford it.

There has got to be SOMEWHERE in the MA/CT/VT/ME area where we can go, that's at least passably nice, that won't cost more than our entire wedding. But I'll be damned if I can find it. Because right now, our "vacation" is looking more and more like "one night at the Motel 6 in Worcester," and it's causing me more stress to hunt it down than it's going to cure by actually going.....