Every weekend starts out with all good intentions of getting so much accomplished. But by the end of Sunday night, you look back and say "what the hell did I do all weekend". I wanted to work outside on Friday night after work, but we had a hell of a storm. The skies got those big black clouds and then the wind started and then the thunder and lighting and rain. We were sitting out on the porch watching the storm come, but had to go inside because the wind was blowing the rain onto the porch. I had taken all my hanging plants down, and the wind still blew one on its side. So Friday was pretty much a washout. Saturday dawned bright and clear, but the grandchildren (aren't they adorable) came to stay so that their parents could go and clean their new house. So not much got done on Saturday. We were able to take the refrigerator and stove to the the kids new house, but didn't stay long. Yesterday, I was able to get outside and plant some of the plants that I bought a while back. My back patio is really looking good. I have to get a lot more mulch. Maybe this week...