Didn't get a lot done in the garden today, picked the blueberries and boysenberries. Miz Anne picked some flowers for the vases and deadheaded the calendulas. The Shirley poppies are done for the year and now the torenias are shoosting up to the sky and getting ready to bloom. The hydrangeas and the jacobeanas (sp?) are really blooming well and Annie's Red, the antique rose from the Texas Rose Rustlers is putting on a showy batch of blossoms. Our unnamed antique, recovered from a neighbor, who got it from an old friend, is, as usual, covered with blooms. There is a slight difference in color, fragrance, and bloom style between the two, enough that we can tell which is which at a glance. About 3 pm a tremendous rainstorm blew into the area and we all gathered on the carport to watch and listen. The rain striking the peppermint and the rosemary released some delicious scents that, compounded with the smell of the blooming lemon tree, make you happy to be around. The rain has gentled down and is refreshing the earth and the plants thereon. There's nothing like an early summer rainstorm and, believe me, it is summer here. High eighties and low nineties in the afternoons and sweltering humidity day and night. La Nina is messing with us again. When the rain abates somewhat I think I'll go pick two or three nice Ichiban eggplant and grill them for our supper along with the Texas broil and pork ribs. Should be a feast fit for a bunch of gardeners, their grandson, and the dog. Life is good. George