"Rainy days, we stay inside together. The weather's wet. The tea, is from Tibet."
The Art of Tea by Michael Franks
Rain be damned, I'm going outside. Yes, after nearly two weeks of almost drying out, the rain has returned. I can abide the soft, sprinkling kind of rain, for a day or two, but toad stranglers kind of rain, well, you know. My pomegranate is loaded with blossoms this year. I'm really happy about that.
Well, this lady beetle is having a walk about in the rain, doing her beetle thing, so I can too. My blueberries rarely make it past my mouth.
I don't think I told you, but the heater ran out of propane this past winter in my greenhouse, and to a plant, the leaves and fruits fell off immediately. The entire lot of mostly citrus plants, were within an hour or two of death before the sun came up. The leaves have returned and a few of the plants have even put on blossoms. I might just get a citrus crop this year after all.
It has been so wet this spring that mushrooms have begun to grow on the deck outside. Mind you, this never happens where I live. Hot and dry summers. A tropical storm is headed to Texas as I write this, then will swing up this way. 15 inches of rain predicted in Houston where there has been awful flooding and lots of rain too, but they are used to it. We are not.
The husband's at a conference this week in San Francisco. I think I'll go paint. Now where did I put my muse?
