We were blessed with ONE nice day so far this month. And not many last month. Or the month before. I had allowed myself to be drawn into the web of lies that is our local weather forecasting, and had looked forward to a productive weekend. It is always better if I can spread my voluminous to-do list over two days, as opposed to one. Because (shockingly) there are only 24 hours in one day and I do need to sleep an hour or two.
It was not to be. Friday: Wet mist and overcast. Saturday: Wet mist and overcast. So Sunday it was boots on the ground and flat out. Today was supposed to be sunny. Monday: Wet mist and overcast. But it wasn't a total loss. Imagine my delight in discovering that here, all along, I have been raising a surprise 'crop'. That's right - Call me Frenchie and dip me in Merlot. I've been raising Escargot! I have very thoughtfully provided them with a large bed of delectable kale, while Pa Nature has kept them nice and moist so they can slide around with ease: munching here, munching there.
I wonder if I can sell the locals on home preserved, free range, organic, natural, humanely raised escargot.