Now how many of you finished that phrase with “hovering over the honey tree” or some other Winnie the Pooh nonsense? Today’s twittering (in the old fashioned but non-avian sense) is all about what to do when it’s pouring, drizzling, driving, or pelting rain.
For me, the answer should be: not gardening. I imagine all that fabulous soil structure (I’m an optimist) I would be compressing to bits whilst tramping about. Instead of “think of the children,” I think of the pore spaces and that precious oxygen. Anyway, the children are in the basement watching “The Andy Griffith Show” reruns, so they will give me (a few giggles and) no grief.
Those fellow gardeners inhabiting famously dampish climates are no doubt old pros at what to do when even the briefest excursions must involve galoshes, trench coat, umbrella, wet suit, and snorkel. If they don all that to garden, they get a gold star and a pair of wool socks from me. We get a mere 16” a year of precipitation, so technically, I’m a desert dweller. In a parka.
So far, on this rainy day I have:
- consumed a pack of Skittles
- changed from my shorts and short-sleeved shirt to a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt (I know, classy)
- got suckered by an online sale and spent way too much time deciding if that cute cropped jacket was in fact “my” yellow or would make me look jaundiced
- made my bed, then got back into it (don’t worry, I managed to eject myself from it’s cocooning coziness for a second time)
- noticed the tortoise did his business
- scrounged the house looking for that giant jar of jelly beans that was (too successfully) hidden from me last night
- looked at the dead leaves and other outdoor debris on my white living room carpet, and thought “I should vacuum”
I did manage to comb my hair, but thought it was too trivial to mention in my list. So you don’t get a wrong impression of me (I’m only lethargic on days when it’s cold, rainy, snowy, or hot), yesterday, a cloudy but dry day, I managed to spend a couple hours outside jack hammering dandelions out of the lawn. Note to self: wear gloves next time, dummy!
We have about 8 more hours of “lawn vs. weed” labor…and then the back yard. I’m thinking of investing in either 1. a flamethrower, industrial size, or 2. a large earth mover, whereupon I will bury about
50% 85% of the lawn and plant trees, shrubbery, and ornamental grasses. While I’m dreaming, I might as well have a pony. (But not a Shetland, I’ve heard they are mean….)
This is a strange day and a strange post. I seem to have both done and written pretty much nothing. I’m not even making dinner tonight. We’re having leftovers. Hurrah for inclement weather and Winnie the Pooh. Silly old blog.
What do you do on a rainy day? Do you garden in the rain?