Happy, Little, Time Waster

 

Magic of Making: Glass Marbles

The Friday Five Good Things

 Five good things that happened this week

1. I celebrated Towel Day by wearing my 42 tee shirt and keeping my towel close by

2. I washed the outside windows. At least I got the top layer of dirt off

3. The checkout clerk called me Miss. I'm probably old enough to be his grandmother.

4. Haircuts. First ones in the shop and no wait.

5. We have ice. Himself fixed the ice maker in the fridge that went on the fritz when a bitty ice cube got stuck at the back

How was your week?

TBT Reprints from CJ's Whine and Cheeze

  In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.

At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Round One

The phone rang. I thought it might be the client to come see samples that I worked up last week. It wasn't. It was an irate Weeble.

"WHERE ARE YOU?"

As I'm about to make a sarcastic remark he continues. "I thought you were coming here today!" There's a note of panic in his voice. The OPD almost infects me, and I begin to feel the panic start to surge through my system. Did I forget about her appointment to the foot doctor? I'm sure it's tomorrow. Happily, I'm sitting in front of the computer, call up Outlook, and breathe a sigh of relief.

"No, Dad, I'll be there tomorrow. Her appointment is tomorrow. Tuesday. Today is Monday." I hear pages shuffling as he consults his appointment book.

"Oh, you're right. See you tomorrow."

Doodling for Stress Reduction

 On Mondays via Zoom, I participate in a class where we spend  a half an hour doodling our stress away.

The assignment was to start with a circular frame, divide the circle with wavy lines, and fill the spaces with patterns. I wasn't too thrilled with what I did in class. So later in the week while procrastinating, I came up with this.

"May you be as happy as a seagull with a French fry."

T Stands for But First Tea

 

On Monday mornings, I participate in a Doodling for Stress Reduction class. The suggested doodle was to fill in a shape like a leaf with spirals, curves, and straight lines.

We are always free to do our own thing. So I filled in a mug shape and colored it with watercolor pencils.

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.

Monet and Me

 

Welp, my electromagnetic field finally overwhelmed the microwave. We went out and bought a new one. The new microwave must have some sort of a force field because my electromagnetic field has no effect on it. 

You may remember a a couple of weeks ago, when I opened the door to the microwave, the turntable would rotate.  The new microwave must be shielded because the turntable doesn't turn when I open the door. Monet no longer gets a teacup ride.

Monet and I played with some of the features of the new Chef Mike. We boiled a cup of water, used the reheat function to reheat a plate of food, played with the time feature (it has a cute little song when the countdown is done), defrosted chicken, cooked bacon, tried to soft boil an egg (no shell, I was close and it needed a little more time but I got impatient and gave it a lot more time so hard boiled. Still good.)

No Monets were harmed in the making of this post.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

This year, we decided to participate in No Mow May. This is to give native wildflowers that attract pollinators as first food a chance to grow. Our wish came true, not that we had much control over the situation. It has rained nearly every other day the entire month of May. Days where it didn't rain, the ground was too wet 

No mow May paid off, and the bees are loving the Blue Bugleweed

and the Snowball bushes

Blue Bugleweed and yellow Wintercress

How does your garden grow?

Happy, Little, Time Waster

 

How Does the Theremin Work - Carolina Eyck

The Friday Five Good Things

 

Five good things that happened this week.

1. Himself is now the same age I am (for 2 months anyways)

2.There was a bear sighting on the West side of town.

3. I got the smart bird feeder to finally work. Some idiot was using the WEP for the password instead of the Wi-Fi password. When it stops raining and dries out, we can set it up outside.

4. Crappy weather was predicted for Thursday, so I asked Teague if I could switch our play day to Tuesday. No problem.

5. Stormy day, we didn't lose electricity.

How was your week?

TBT: Reprints from CJ's Whine and Cheeze

  In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.

At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Only the Good Die Young

I've had me a day. Cut off twice, passed on the left in a no passing zone and all before 7:30 AM. I tried to tell myself this wouldn't set the tone for the day. After all, I was expecting delivery of my new photo printer.

I worked on a dreamcatcher for Red's Christmas gift. The smell of the leather and the tacky feel of the sinew were soothing as I wound and knotted my way around the ring.

Staples arrived with the printer, drum cartridge and paper. The driver stacked them neatly in the living room. Happy dance, happy dance, happy dance. Yes, the day had a rough start, but in spite of the cold, grey, drizzle, things were decidedly looking up. While the printer and drum acclimated to room temperature, I worked on the dream catcher, went to pick up Number 2 Daughter, and then sipped hot chocolate while chatting on the phone with my calligraphy buddy.

Call waiting is not really a good thing. Ordinarily, I ignore the beep if I'm on the phone, but I thought perhaps, this was Himself saying he would be getting out of school early and would be able to pick up Number One Daughter. I should have ignored it. It was my Weeble, widow neighbor across the street. She's screaming hysterically that she has an emergency, and she hangs up. I grab my jacket, dash across the street to find her Prissy-dancing in the kitchen with her hands flapping like loose birds. "Oh, I don't know what I'm gonna do. Oh, I don't know what's wrong."

Her oven is beeping incessantly, combined with Prissy's high pitched squeals, the muscles in the back of my neck to begin tighten. It seems the workman and his son had come to repair the furnace. Sonny thought he would be helpful and set the oven clock to the correct time zone.

The oven is modeled after one of the consoles NASA uses in Flight Control to launch the shuttles. There are no familiar knobs, just digital displays, touch pads, up down arrows. The oven was wailing, and a red door lock light was flashing. I pushed the Clear pad. The red light went out, the wailing stopped, but only for a second. F9 gleamed brightly at me in the display window. I took umbrage at the audacity of the oven to speak in tongues.

I asked Prissy if she had the manual that came with the oven. Fortunately, Weebles never throw anything away. She handed me the manual and while the display light kept mocking me, I tried to skim the trouble shooting section. I'm also wondering why Prissy fields her monkeys to me instead of her daughter. I'm cursing the daughter for picking out a Star Wars model oven for a mother who still thinks Flash Gordon is state of the art. Finding nothing helpful, I handed the book to Prissy and told her to call the 800 number on the back.

"Oh, oh, p-please," she snuffled as she dabbed a wadded Kleenex under her nose. "Would you call for me? I don't know what to do."

Okay, I'm...irritated (second choice word). I'm not only irritated with Prissy, but with myself for enabling her dependency and placing the call. You women out there, listen up! You don't need another person (DH, Significant Other) to make phone calls for you. You call the number, listen to the long menu, make a selection and wait in the queue. It is not brain surgery. If you have a problem with a piece of equipment, you call the manufacturer. Simple.

While waiting in queue hell listening to a cheery voice tell me how important my call was, I watched the clock tick closer to the time I had to pick up Number One Daughter from work. Letitia finally answered and walked me through steps to clear the oven memory. This involved cutting power to the oven. Fortunately, the service box was at the top of the cellar stairs behind the oven, clearly marked, and praise the Lord, she had circuit breakers! We basically rebooted the oven, twice, but it didn't work. I suspect Sonny in his infinite, good-hearted, stupidity had programmed the oven into the cleaning cycle. Prissy must have yanked the door open when the lock light came on. Letitia was telling me that contrary to what I thought F9 meant, it meant the fuse to the door was blown and would require a repair man. She kindly gave me the names of 3 companies in the area that serviced the make and model.

I explained to Prissy she would have to give them a call. After all, it was just past 5pm someone might still be in the office.

"W-would they come today?" Another piece of wadded Kleenex appeared.

My very first instinct was to say, "What are you," I didn't finish the thought, and I bit my tongue, looked to the Heavens and tried not to let impolite words bubble through my lips. "No, they won't come tonight." You'll be lucky if you see someone by the second Tuesday of next week, I finished to myself.

She pulled an envelope with the name of the contractor who installed the oven and handed it to me. Yes, I fell again, and I placed the call. Jim was sympathetic, only installed the ovens didn't repair them. He said to call the place where she purchased the oven, as it was only a year or so ago, the oven was probably under warranty.

I asked Prissy where she bought the oven. "On Southbridge St." This was not very helpful. She sank into a chair. This wasn't helpful either. I shuffled through a file folder of oven memorabilia, and found the receipt. Thank God Weebles don't throw anything away. I told her to call them, and dashed out the door without looking back.

Somehow, I've become a Weeble magnet. A comforting thought crossed my mind. I'm not going to die. Ever. Well, at least not for a very, very long time. Too many people depend on me. Besides, only the good die young and that leaves me out.

Doodling for Stress Reduction

 

To celebrate Cinco De Mayo, we filled a shape with doodles and added color if desired. My doodle is based on the Mexican folk art, Alebrijes. The Alebrijes are usually mythical animals. What is more mythical than a cat?

T Stands for Fancy Dessert

 

For Mother's Day, the Eldest provided a fancy dessert. Amazing chocolate-covered strawberries and a delightful bottle of Riesling. She knows I like sweet, white wines.

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.

Monet and Me

 

are researching why birds may not be coming to the feeder anymore.

Some of the things we read is that the seed has gone off especially if it has rained. It's been raining nearly every day  for the month of May. The feeder may need to be cleaned. So I emptied out the seed and washed the feeder. Since it's supposed to rain over the weekend, what else is new? I'll set up the feeders on Monday.

They may not like the seed if it has red milo and cracked corn. I had changed the brand I was using to a "clean, no waste" feed. That is all the sunflower seeds where shelled. Maybe I'll go back to the other stuff.

The new location may be too close to the house. Maybe put the feeder back where it lived for many years.

Try a different type of feeder like a platform feeder.

So later today a trip to Ocean State Job Lots for bird seed and a new feeder.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

This year, we're participating in No Mow May. It's a movement to allow the wildflowers to grow to provide food for the early pollinators. It's also rained nearly every day in May so the grass has been too wet to mow.

Himself has been busy planting flowers in pots

The snowball bushes have blossomed. The Alpine bells weren't caught in the avalanche

Johnny Jump Ups

Yellow petunias, but no sign of the Fern Leaf Bleeding Hearts from Anne Cornucopia

What's up, Buttercup?

Something was planted under the dome.

Ink and Lily of the Valley. Ink needs a coat of paint.

This is where the smart bird feeder was supposed to go. Apparently, most of the smart feeders don't work on 5G networks so the feeder will have to be returned.

Speaking of feeders. Rocky and I are now tied. He hasn't been around and hasn't bothered the feeders. 

Sadly, the birds haven't been around either. There have been a couple of Goldfinches and House Wrens, but not in the flocks that used to come to the feeders. I don't know if it's because the feeders were moved, the birds don't like the seed, or Himself has been out and about in the yard more.

I have heard the birds. Using Merlin to identify them, I've heard a cardinal, American Robin, Ovenbird, Chipping Sparrow, crows, Mourning Dove, Tufted Titmouse, Black-Capped Chickadee

How does your garden grow?

Happy, Little, Time Waster

 

Russell, the talking cat.

I love Russell.

The Friday Five Good Things

 Five good things that happened this week

1. The Eldest sent a text from work asking me to keep an eye out for FedEx. The Package being delivered is for me and is perishable.

2. We enjoyed a Netflix movie called Nonnas based on a true story

3. Video call with The Young One, chocolate covered strawberries and wine from The Eldest, and dinner take-out courtesy of Himself. A perfect Mother's day.

4. I had a meatball with roasted, green peppers from Tony's. It had been a long time since we had ordered there. I forgot how good their sandwiches are.

5. Another rainy Thursday at Teague's but at least it was warm enough to hang out in the sunroom.

How was your week?

TBT Reprints from CJ's Whine and Cheeze

  In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.

At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Signs of Periweeblepause

I've been wondering when one officially becomes a Weeble, wondering what the signs for periweeblepause might be. I think I might have discovered one today.

This afternoon Himself and I went to Staples to research an Epson photo printer. I'd like to get one, but want to see if the colors print true, and if the quality of the photos look like they were done at a photo lab.

We went to the Staples in Auburn. They didn't have the models I was looking at online, but they had two. The sales clerk was very helpful in answering questions about the two printers. Neither model was set up for a demo.

We went to the Staples in Shrewsbury. They had the model we saw in Auburn, and it was set up for a demo, but had no paper. A sales clerk came over to help us. The printer gave an error message that the print cartridges needed to be replaced. He went to ask his supervisor and was told to switch the cartridges from the other model. He tried and the machine still gave an error message. I asked if he could open up new cartridges. He went to get his supervisor.

The supervisor told us the manager wouldn't allow them to "waste" $40 for a demo. We left and I began fuming in the car. I think this must be a sign of periweeblepause. They don't want to waste $40 to put cartridges in a machine set up to do a demo, but they don't mind the thought of losing a potential sale of $129 plus tax, plus photo paper plus tax? Doesn't it stand to reason, another person might ask to see the machine demoed? If they don't want to do the demo, don't have the machine set up for it. It doesn't make sense, it's just bad marketing.

Work in Progress

 

This is from the Zentangle Shell Symphony Workshop  taught by Stefanie van Leeuwen, CZT (Certified Zentangle Teacher) from the Netherlands.

This was a live online class, but I didn't have all the necessary materials though I played along as much as I could. Students have access to videos of the class forever.

Because the piece is done on a round, 4 5/8 in. paper tile, it's called a Zendala. (a portmanteau of Zen, Zentangle and mandala)

I used Strathmore Tone Tan paper cut into a slightly smaller circle as the cutting machine wouldn't go to 3 decimal places.

In this class we added highlights to the shell and highlights and shadows to the sand pebbles? The round doohickeys under the shell.

We also colored the sea and sky and edged the Zendala with color.

Next up: Finishing touches

T Stands for A Weird Phenomenon

 So a very weird thing started happening to me. Now weird things happening to me are not new. Like I've been known to stop clocks. When we were first married, Himself gave me a beautiful moon phase watch. After wearing it a couple of days, it stopped working. He took it to the jeweler and they tested the battery which was still fully charged. The jeweler reset the watch. Again, after wearing the watch for a couple of days, the watch stopped. This time a new battery was inserted. Rinse and repeat. 

Himself bought a second moon phase watch. Same results. Only this time, Himself told me if I wanted a watch I had to buy it myself. 

So apparently, I give off  a weird magnetic field and now

it's effecting the microwave. Here's a video of Monet enjoying a teacup ride in the microwave. You'll notice the microwave door is open and the microwave is off. Note the 0:00 in the digital timer display. Also note that Monet is not being fried to a crisp as the turntable goes around. No Monets were harmed in the making of this video.

When the door is closed the turntable stops. If Himself opens the door, the turntable does not immediately start to spin. It only happens when I open the door to the microwave.

Now, this would be a pretty cool super power to have, effecting electronics, if I could figure out how to control the power.

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.

Monet and Me

 

One minute you're young and cool going to concerts and late night parties. The next minute you're researching bird identifying bird feeders on the Internet.

Himself gave me one as a Mother's Day gift. Monet and I are trying to figure out how to get it up and working.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

Rocky hasn't bothered the feeder since chewing it apart last week

A very young cardinal visited the feeder. Can you see him behind the trumpet flowers?

While Rocky hasn't bothered the front feeder, he destroyed the back feeder. Can you see the blue cap on the ground just under the handle of the garden cart? I think he launched from the garden cart to reach the feeder.

Front Feeder Score: Rocky 2, CJ 2

Back Feeder Score: Rocky 1, CJ 0

Wishes at night.

How does your garden grow?

Happy, Little, Time Waster

 

Loren DiGiorgi, Piano Mashup - Ride of the Valkyries

The Friday Five Good Things

 Five good things that happened this week.

1. Saturday was warm enough to wear a tee shirt and shorts

2. Learned something new in the acanthus leaf workshop

3. Instead of lunch, Teague and I went out for breakfast.

4. I saw some flowers on the blueberry bushes. We might get a couple of blueberries this year.

5. I've been enjoying a murder mystery on Netflix called The Residence.

How was your week?

TBT Reprints from CJ's Whine and Cheeze

 In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.

At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Tuesday, It Must Be Vivaldi

Today started with the blues. The thermometer in the sunroom was pointing to 20. That's Fahrenheit and not Celsius. Sigh. I couldn't sip my morning cup of tea in the sunroom without watching a scum of ice form around the rim. Is it August, yet?

The car had a glaze of frost on the windows which I had to scrape off before I drove The Youngest to school. Why is it that car manufacturers can put the thin, heating wires in the back window, can heat the side view mirrors, but can't heat the @%$*@$ windshield without it having to be scraped?

On top of everything, I had an emergency Weeble run because Ma had to have a flu shot. That would be a 45 minute trip down, a five minute trip to the doctor, and then a 45 minute trip home.

I was whining about my morning to The Youngest, and she serenaded me with the world's smallest violin. Smart ( ! ) see if Santa brings anything for you!

I arrived at the Weebles at a quarter to 10. the appointment was at 10:30 and the doc's office is around the block. Ma was in fine form complaining. Dad didn't get up early enough to make the coffee for her. He didn't bring her a cup of coffee. He doesn't do anything. I started tuning up my own violin. "You're not that much of an invalid that you can't make your own coffee." She asked me why I was sitting down, and I told her we had plenty of time as her appointment wasn't until 10:30. She said it was at 10 and started putting her coat on. Then she called for a cup of coffee. I sat down before she ordered off with my head.

Dad couldn't find his house keys. No matter I have keys to the house and can lock the front door. I herd them to the car, lock the front door, am halfway downstairs when Ma shouts: "Where's my pockabook?" My first instinct was to shout, "What am I? The World Book of Information?" I remembered never miss an opportunity to keep your mouth shut. The purse was on the doorknob of the closet where she retrieved her coat, but I kept my mouth shut, opened the door and returned with her purse. Got everyone buckled in the car and headed down the road.

When I'm out and about, I try to observe other Weebles to see if they behave like my Weebles. My Weebles constantly bicker. Ma is the instigator, and she hits her stride when she has an audience, and the more public the venue, the better.

As we got out of the elevator, a Weeble lady got in. I held the door open for her. She starts griping, "Where is he? Oh! He must be talking!" At first, I thought she meant Dad. A quick glance to my right showed me, she was exasperated with her Mr. Weeble. "He's being a gentleman and holding the door open for my parents." She clammed up.

Lots of Weebles were lining up for flu shots. I thought it would take a while so I wandered down back to the lab to hold an OPD Support Group with the lab tech. Misery just loves company. I told her of the emergency ride call I received. She said: "They knew a week ago." I looked for a spot on the wall labeled Bang Head Here. She regaled me with a tale of hunting through stores for a specific lotion for her mother. When the lotion couldn't be found, her mother said, "Well, any lotion would do!" Bang Head Here.

The shot line was short, Ma was in and out quickly. We get down to the car and Ma announces she needs Dad to go to the post office downtown to check out why a contest letter was returned. I hate driving downtown. All the streets are one way, parking is limited to parallel parking which I haven't done since I took my driver's exam. I grit my teeth and head to the post office. Downtown was very crowded. Even if I could parallel park there were no spaces. We pull up in front of the post office. In frustration I scream my favorite four letter word. No, not sale! The other one. MA grits her teeth. Dad is chuckling in the back seat. He can speak in tongues fluently in two languages! He mutters "Chip off the ol' block." Miraculously, the handicap slot in front of the post office opens up and because it's the length of a luxury bus, I'm able to pull in. Ma digs out the handicap parking placard and Dad goes into the post office and comes back out.

"Well, what did they say?"

"I have to ask the postman." I'm wondering who the heck is in the post office, but I keep my mouth shut. Dad mumbles he didn't bring the letter in question with him. Fireworks begin as I am detoured down Clarendon St. "

"You're stupid!"

"You're stupid!"

"No, you're stupid!"

"You're right! I married you!" Zing! Though I think a flag was thrown on the play. I try not to laugh.

"Go down Washington St."

"I know, Ma"

"Go down Washington St. "

"I know where I am, Dad. That's Mary Anne Sullivan's house. There's Dougie Horton's house. There's Jimmy Paquette's house."

Home again, home again. Jiggity jig.

Workshop: How to Draw A Medieval Animal

These are the sketchnotes I made after taking a free class offered by Julia Bangert, a book illuminator from Mainz, Germany. In the class she talked about looking at images of animals and drawing them by looking for their basic shapes. 

The animal we drew in class was a rabbit. From the sketchnotes, you can see the rabbit was drawn using circles and then details added so it looked more like a bunny instead of circles.

T Stands for Rocky vs CJ

If you've followed my How Does Your Garden Grow posts the past couple of weeks, you know I've been having a duel with Rocky the squirrel. Above is the new feeder that he chewed through to get at the seed.

Fortunately, he chewed in such a way that he didn't destroy the perch, opening, or the bottom of the feeder. The pieces were easily found on the ground. I was able to glue the perch and bottom using E6000 low odor glue.

I had a sip of tea before I began gluing the pieces parts together.

I also relocated the bird feeder in the middle of the front yard, a good distance from the wishing well.

Good as new, I hope. Waiting for 48 hours to pass before I hang the feeder outside. Hopefully, the glue will be strong enough to hold the bottom perch for the birds and be able to withstand the weather.

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.

Monet and Me

 

Monet and I are waiting to take another free workshop with Julia Bangert, a book illuminator from Mainz, Germany.

This class is Drawing Leaf Tendrils or acanthus leaves. Acanthus leaves were a common motif in illuminated manuscripts.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

The Birthday Flag is out for Himself's birthday this month

Timex, the chipmunk came back. He didn't turn into hawk chow.

Three crows came to visit. One for sadness, two for joy, 3 for a girl...well, that ship sailed two decades ago.

The first clump of Wishes

Passing of the Daffodils

The Pollenator arrived with a vengeance

Violets and Bugle flowers

Last week, Rocky, the flying squirrel, jumped on top of the wishing well and flew to the top of the shepherd's hook. He managed to destroy one of the bird feeders to get to the seed. We bought new bird feeders (they are cheap at $5) and I moved the hook further away from the wishing well.

Rocky 1, CJ, 0 first round

Rocky 1, CJ 1, second round

Rocky was still able to make the leap. He chewed the bottom of the new feeder and all the seed fell to the ground. Fortunately, he chewed in such a way that the feeder was able to be repaired.

Rocky 2, CJ 1, third round

So I moved the hook to the middle of the front yard. Far away from the wishing well. It's now closer to the front window to provide up close and personal entertainment on KTTY television.

The Snowball bushes are about to avalanche

The Japanese Maple just suddenly leafed out

Buttercups and pollen

Himself put his baseball wreath up

The Goldfinch didn't have any trouble navigating to the new feeder location.

Rocky, 2, CJ 2, fourth round

Storm clouds moving in.

How does your garden grow?