You know, there’s just one thing I’m not too fond of that comes every spring and summer, and that is the rain. Winter’s bad enough, being cold, damp, and drizzly, but having wet, gray, cloudy days in the spring is simply unacceptable! And we’ve had more than our share of those delightful rainy days (just hear my sarcasm) this past April. Yes, yes I know – “April showers bring May flowers” but April’s showers should be a light shower, 30 minutes a day in the middle of the night. Wind and thunder are not included in this bundle. And even if it does rain during the middle of the day, let’s have a short, glistening sunny shower that leaves everything feeling refreshed – not drowned.
But what can I say? I can’t fix the rain, unfortunately. (Although in Son of Flubber, Fred MacMurray had a weather-making machine. I can’t remember if it worked in the opposite direction.) And rain is just one of those things that is good for the garden. (Even if it splashes mud up on the lettuce and it takes twice as long to wash it.) I really can’t complain about the rain after experiencing a drought. But I have to say, couldn’t we just have a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle more sun?
On another note, things are finally starting to slow down. And in the same way, speed up. My choir dress rehearsal and concert are on Friday and Saturday and then choir is over. I am currently working on Aria Photo’s website – writing SEO optimized blog posts, working out pricing, etc. I will refrain from talking about consumer math because it’s becoming a very unhealthy subject to bring up. (My health, you guys. Whenever I think about the awful stuff I have an epileptic fit.) Nor will I talk about my extremely long reading list because I’m a month and a half behind and getting nowhere. When I determined to read 120 books this year I forgot something – life. Oooops.
Tomatoes, cucumbers, summer squash, and broccoli are all growing really well in the hoop house. Sugar snap blossoms are coming on, after the fourth planting. (Planting 1: destroyed by cold. Planting 2: destroyed by rain. Planting 3: destroyed by one chicken that kept flying over two fences in order to eat the seeds. That chicken had gumption.) Asparagus are growing, and I would provide a picture, but the stalks are so skinny and fluffy that it’s hard to focus on them. Potatoes are tall. Cabbage and cauliflower are growing. New beds are being made for more planting. So things are going very well.
Now it’s May, which is unthinkable, because yesterday must have been March, remember? And next month will be June, then July, then August, then September, and uh-oh, the summer’s already going by too quickly. WHY DOES SUMMER NEVER LAST?
(P.S. if April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?)