I don't really hate kids. I just hate the kids across the street, who have been having a loud party all evening, and are now setting off mass quantities of fireworks. Really loud and annoying. On the bright side, Janey doesn't seem upset about it. I thought she'd be freaked out but she was only mildly agitated, and then decided the fireworks weren't worth her attention. And at least the kids chose to do their fireworks right after a rainstorm, when everything is wet.
Perennials are starting to bloom in the garden. The persian cornflower is beautiful, like a lavendar thistle. There's a big rudbeckia and a white shasta daisy, and another daisy called "sneezeweed" with a big center and tiny round petals. Also a healthy stand of red hot poker, and a purple mullein that was supposed to get really tall and bloom in fall, but to our surprise is blooming now. Most of these we had never seen the flowers before, because they weren't in bloom when we bought them last fall or early in spring.
Due to the heat wave the vegetable garden is starting to take off. We have tiny tomatoes on the Early Girl and Super Sweet 100 plants, and yesterday we had 2 blossoms on the zucchini! They were both male flowers, so no zucchini yet. But still, I never expected to see blossoms already.
Georg took some photos of the flower garden, including a particularly nice one of the freesias. Which I had planted in the cutting garden, but they turn out to have such a strong scent that I'm not sure I want to cut them for the house. He also posted his photos from the Houston art car weekend, including a good shot of me me me under black light.
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i like to say "i hate kids", too, though i don't actually hate them either.
still, they're quite irritating. i'm recalling a lunch i had with my mom while she was visiting. we were at southpoint mall, eating lovely salads on the patio outside a nice restaurant, when a small kid walked by on the sidewalk in front of us... and he flipped his lid over a piece of chewing gum that had become stuck to the underside of his flip-flops. i watched his mom try to painstakingly remove the icky mess from the bottom of his shoes (gross!) while dealing with an upset, barefoot child. and i clearly remember thinking "jezus christ, i'm glad i don't have to deal with 1) a loud stupid kid and 2) disgusting, pre-chewed gum."