This morning, I busied myself with battening down the hatches as we (figurative we) await Henri's slow arrival. He's wobbling in from Long Island, NY, but still, I don't want to sacrifice my flowers to any old tropical storm. My roses are cut and sitting on my windowsill.⬇
The hanging plant ⬇ is visiting the car in the garage and anything that could become airborne has been safely stashed on the bottom shelf of the gardening bench.
For a tropical storm, Henri is sure making a nuisance of himself. It rained all day Sunday and will rain all day Monday and most of Tuesday. I am also concerned about whatever is coming this way from Canada. Maybe I shouldn't fret. It appears that it will blow north of me. I'm the blue dot down there. ⬇
But no worries for some anonymous darling has sent me sustenance. Do you require comfort food in stormy weather? I'd really like to know.
P.S. Changes at Laurel's below...
Guess the river wasn't quite enough. (It really isn't. She does a lot of heavy lifting in a day and needs to soothe those tired muscles.)
Thanks for your visit!