It is raining in Mercersburg. In honor of Mummie's Birthday (for which she received tweed and scotch and a food basket from the old country as well as flowers and books) it has spitting Scottish rain since Thursday Morning. We plant flowers in the rain, because she are Scottish and doesn't mind rain and we are her children and don't mind being rained on if it means we can chuck mud about. Mummie and I did some intense garden center shopping on her birthday and have been digging in the dirt for two days, barefoot in shorts and macs. I like dirt. I've been MIA because of the dirt. When all the dirt is full of planted things I will com back. In the mean time, go buy some pinks and plant them. Dianthus are so lovely.
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