It's March!

I might have told some people there was no rain in the forecast for 10 days. Now, two days later, it's raining. Sorry. When I grow up, I'm going to plant jasmine. I'm going to make the walkway up to my house into a keyhole surrounded by vines. I'm going to stand back and look at it from the street and then forget it's there. I'll be smelling jasmine, trying not to be stabbed by enormous cacti and succulents.