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My mosquito bites have blossomed (It usually takes 24 plus hours for the itching to become intense.), but I wouldn’t change a thing about Saturday’s festivities. Well, unless I could eliminate mosquitoes entirely - oh and ticks too! I’m sure some rational environmentalist could give me a solid argument for why we need mosquitoes and ticks, ecologically speaking that is. But I doubt I’d be dissuaded from my distaste for those particular creatures. Blech!

Speaking of Saturday, (even in this odd and roundabout way) we have a super sufficiency of Gazpacho around here. That’s a nice way of saying my Gazpacho was not as well received as my appetizers! The folks who liked it really liked it. Unless of course they work part time at the Trinity Repertory Theater... Do you know that being from Rhode Island where the letter “R” is somewhat elusive, I had to look up how to spell Repertory? I kept wanting to type something which sounded more like rep-uh-tory!

Where was I? Oh. Gazpacho. Well, I don’t want to talk about it any more. Let’s see, what else is new? We found the Daylilies. I can’t remember what varieties of Hemerocallis we’ve planted over the years, but the poor things were lost in the vast, green jungle of overgrowth which sprang up faster than Jack’s beanstalk during the monsoon season - A.K.A. June 2009. I got the scythe out - yes it was truly that bad - and cut my way back to the lovelies. I should have, but I didn’t take a photo of them. So I posted a photo of one of Carrie and Al’s from their backyard. Ours look just like theirs, only more maroonish.

I’m sorry this post is so disjointed. No I haven’t had an over abundance of caffeine. I think I watched Governor Sarah Palin’s (R-AK) resignation speech one too many times and her deer-in-the-headlights, frenzied feeling just rubbed off on me. Maybe I can douse myself with tomato juice the way you’re supposed to bathe your dog if it gets sprayed by a skunk.

Hey! Now I know what to do with all that freakin’ Gazpacho!