Transitions

Finally planted something in the garden yesterday. I don't have super high hopes, as I usually am the angel of death when it comes to plants, but I have my fingers crossed that something will sprout. Of course, if anything sprouts, it may then get eaten by one of the bazillions of squirrels or the wild rabbits (including the giant one that I believe is a feral Flemmish Giant), but I'm trying to take one step at a time.

I seem to have gotten the stuff in the ground just in time-- we've got thunder, lightening, and a whole lotta rain going on out there this morning. Guess that's it for the gardening this weekend. On the, ahem, "upside," there is enough stuff to do indoors to keep me busy for ten years, so whatevs. I hope it's sunny next weekend, though, cause I gots to plant the rest of the seeds if they're going to have enough growing season to grow. In the meantime, I'm going to watch the rain falling on the purdy dogwood that is in full bloom on the side of the house. It's about the only thing looking nice that was here when we arrived (our predecessor was not, it appears, much of a green thumb).

While the transition from city livin' to suburban life is a bit of a transition (try as I might, I can't find a way to ride my bicycle to work... everything involves highways and major roads... these Richmonders are not so bicycle-friendly.... there aren't any bike paths to be seen :( which is kind of depressing), it's good to know that there are some familiar practices in place. Mayoring style, for example. I give you the style of Richmond's Mayor Wilder. Should be an easy transition from life in the District.