We had a rainy Sunday with nothing to do but curl up with
a great novel by Jodie Picoult. She is fast becoming a
favorite of mine because her stories are unlpredictable
and always fascinating.

The rain could not have come at a better time. The
ground was parched and thirsty. It literally drank in
the moisture. I need to pull up some flowers and transplant some ajuga in the vacant spots and discard the
tomato vines. We didn't get over 20 tomatoes this year
and it wasn't worth the effort.

Surprisingly the herbs have flourished. I will dry some
for use this winter and make pesto with my astonishing
basil crop. It and the parsley have taken over the herb
garden. I am looking forward to using some of the sage
in stuffing this winter.