It’s hot, humid, and miserable outside.  I can’t go out to weed the garden because when I go outside I can’t breathe.  All I do is cough up my lungs.  The weeds don’t mind, they are gleefully invading every area I didn’t get to mulch.  (This is most of the gardens.) 

     My neighbor’s son gave us a half truck load of lovely mulch before I went on my road trip.  He dumped it in the middle back section of our driveway.  I’m dying to get that black gold into the gardens.  Maybe next week when I’m fully recuperated and have enough energy to get at the weeds.

     Our bullfrogs haven’t minded that I’m seldom outside lately.  In fact, they’ve become quite bold.  Tonight there were two close to the back porch steps catching bugs under the light.  It was a shame I had to take the dogs out and in doing so scare them.  However, it was funny to watch them scurry for the pond and leap into it.