Sunshine on My Shoulders

At last...SUNSHINE!
Lawsie mercy, we've had so much rain. How refreshing to see the sun again!
I do believe it has pulled me out of the miniature funk I was in...so down in the dumps about Rudeness in the World and my endless pile of dirty laundry and how tired I am of eating food that is good for me when what I really want is a half a dozen hot Krispy Kremes. And a café au lait. And a weekend in France. All at the same time.

It's amazing what a little sunshine can do for a person, not to mention fresh air and a walk around the garden.
Care to come along? I know a cheerful guide...

But watch out. He's liable to be naughty when we're not looking.
Don't be fooled by the innocent smile.

First stop?
The grapevines.

Do you hear them groaning? They're heavy with fruit and beg for relief!
If we don't hurry up, they're liable to hire a team of midwives and harvest themselves.

We were supposed to have our annual muscadine vendange on Sunday. Our buckets were ready. My feet were clean and ready to stomp.
Alas, it wouldn't stop raining. We had to postpone 'til next weekend. Boo hoo. One more week of fruit fly free happiness.
Just kidding, maybe.

Let's move on.
Days and days of constant rain might have dampened my spirits, but the figs liked it!

Where's a Keebler elf when you need him?
(They do make fig newtons, don't they?)

Ah. We've made our way to the Pit of Mud and Anguish and Pain.

I'm sure the ground is tired of waiting for my busy husband to put in the blueberry bushes he imagined this summer. (At least my neighbors probably are. Or they're starting to wonder what my man needs to bury.)
You know what? Even the Pit of Mud and Anguish and Pain doesn't look too bad today, as long as You- Know- Who doesn't get his paws in it.

Have a great Wednesday, y'all!
And stop by Tanner's blog to see what put him in such a fine mood! (Hint: it's not just the sunshine!)
Love, Becky