The Days Of Wyrd

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With high temperatures in the state and the July 4th holiday looming ahead, things can get a little crazy around here.  Don't believe the temperature readings you see for the coast.  Many weather reports tagged us as in the 50's yesterday.  It was 80 degrees in the shade at my house. 

So it's already hot, and it's crazy, people are shooting off fireworks starting like last week.  It's a recipe for accidents.  Especially drowning.  You tourists out there, don't swim in our ocean.  If the booze and lack of experience and undertows don't get you, the ecoli (or something else) will.  What do you think happens when our ancient coastal sewer systems are besieged with tons of touristal excrements?  Nothing happy I assure you.

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First I went with Mr Wyrd to Brookings, where our daughter (5 of 6 just to keep it straight), was graduating from High School.  

It was a lovely day, which was wonderful considering they had predicted rain.  As you can see by all the hat holding, it was just slightly (hurricane force) windy.

We zoomed in and looked for our young blonde haired darling.  Hmmm.  This wasn't as easy as we thought.  There were TONS of blonde haired beauties.  With blue/purple robes.  We need a clue.

Then the clouds parted, the sun shone through, and the secret was revealed.  It also helped that she was an honors grad and they called her name.  Though you cannot tell by the shopped picture here, she has actually streaked her hair red.  Very little blonde showing!

Even if they hadn't called her name we would have been clued in by this next move.  Which one of these are not like the other?

For those who need a little more help. 

Congratulations Vanita!!!!!  (insert screams and confetti).

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It's years like this that test the metal of local gardeners.  Long, cold, hailing, snowing, freezing winter.  Days of cool, soaking drizzle.  Jump from that to a few 100 degree days and back again.  That's our dismal weather story.  It's a wonder anything survives at all.

And yet it does.  Sure, the heat killed about 3/4 of my tomato plants.  And all 50 of my first lemon cucumbers.  But I replanted and transplanted and pinched off burned leaves, and rearranged plants for maximum protection.  It won't be the best garden year, but it will still be one.  That's where the true skill comes in.  When things aren't so easy.  If our forefathers/mothers had quit when times were hard, they would have starved to death.   And who knows, the way prices are going, if we don't improve our gardening talents we might too.

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