After the non-stop soaking rain yesterday, I should have known better than to try gardening this morning. The entire plot was a soggy, sloggy mess. I also got a rather embarrassing phone call from the garden coordinator, asking if I was going to plant anything in my plot (um, yeah, it’s just hard to see through the weeds).
Since getting my Farmer Ted on wasn’t an option, I decided to check out the fishing pond around the corner. A gentleman I bumped into on my way in had caught his limit and was heading out, but while I was roaming, I didn’t see anyone reel anything in. He also informed me that the snazzy new restrooms that had been installed a couple of years ago weighed more than a Sherman tank and would probably be the best place to hide out, in case of a tornado. Good to know!