Here at the Almanac, in Tornado Alley, we keep a close eye on the weather, which fluctuates like a volatile rollercoaster.  This week promises to be a steamy boiler of a week, in the 90s with T-storms. It makes me edgy, but as long as I don’t see any rotation, I’m good.

Speaking of a hothouse, here are some tomatoes, peaches, a New Guinea impatiens, birds grazing on the new-mown lawn, and one of my pet rutabagas.  Yes, we are freakishly pet-and-nature-deprived, here at the Almanac.