A Good Drenching

Even though I've been grumping and groaning about our frequent rain showers, we haven't had any precipitation that was enough to give the ground a good soaking for quite a while. That was until last night.

At dusk, we opened up the covers of the cold frames protecting the cucs, tomatoes and peppers in the garden. It wasn't particularly warm (only in the 50s) but I wanted those crops to benefit from the predicted rain which always seems so much more beneficial than water from a hose.

Before bed we had some thunder, lightning and drizzle on and off. Then as we were falling asleep, steady rolling thunder, the kind that feels low, heavy and makes the house vibrate, moved into the area and shortly thereafter, it started to pour. Really pour.

Tossing and turning in bed and listening most of the night to the winds and rain pummeling everything, I was afraid this morning we would find the wind had grabbed hold of the upright covers on the cold frames, ripped them off their hinges and tossed them into the next county.

I was thrilled (and more than a little surprised) that all stayed in place as you can see by this picture taken from Roy's upstairs office window early this morning. Yeah, I know, it sure doesn't look like much is growing yet in the garden (plants are still too small to show up) but doesn't the lovely, soaking rain make everything look satiated and content?

Now it really is too wet for me to go out and work in the garden today. Somehow I think I'll find something(s) to occupy my time.

Sure, 'nuf . . . almost as soon as I had written the above paragraph, Roy stuck his head in the back door and asked if I'd come help stack some wood he'd just finished cutting. We're a long way from two full wood sheds of cut and split wood, but little by little, we're getting the job done.