Rain, Rain Go Away

(Neighbor Nancy splats her soggy self into her chair for a sound pout.)

In the last month we have received 4,867,947 inches of rain. And not a nice, steady rain. Oh no! Cloud bursts full of lightning and hail and winds that blow the chickens across the yard.

Okay, so the chicken part is a little bit funny.

But I have had it! I am sick of being damp or sliding precariously in the mud down the slope of the garden or huddling just inside the door with my oscillating hoe, waiting for the lightning to stop.

While the oats have been pushed over by huge volumes of water, the weeds stand straight and tall, mocking me from their inappropriate homes. I saw a flattened row of corn next a happy, sturdy Japanese knot weed. Bastard.

Sorry, that just slipped out.

My strawberries aren’t a harvest they are puffy, sloppy, tasteless mush as are those of the good local U-pick.

A lovely sap producing maple was blown over — on top of — the back nursery of baby fruit trees. The popcorn rotted in the ground.

Somewhere there has to be a light — a positive side.

Well, the broccoli is thriving as are all the woody berry plants like blueberries, raspberries and currants.

I haven’t turned on the hose in over a month.

With all the accompanying fog, it is as lovely as living in Brigadoon. I can only see my parents’ barn every now and then.

With the sun at my back and a cloud burst coming in, the rainbows are fantasticly intense.

Thanks to a diversity of plantings, something will always live, thrive, grow.

And while I build my ark, in case we float away, I know that some crop or another will produce enough to help us through the harsh winter that waits at the end of this wet, hot, rather moldy summer.

How is the weather in your neck of the woods?

Oo! Break in the rain — I gotta spread some fertilizer and hoe more weeds. See you later.

(Neighbor Nancy flies out the door, letting the screen slam shut behind her. Immediately we see her slide on her bottom in a big puddle. Let’s turn our attention elsewhere as she curses and fumbles to get up. Not very dainty and ladylike, is she?!)

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4 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. Ah, the dry plains states, eh? I’m very sorry. I suppose of the two I do indeed prefer a too much water than too little.

    Thanks for dropping in. Help yourself to a glass of strawberry lemonade from the icy jug in the frig.

  2. Hi! Just found your website. Love it! I’m afraid I can’t sympathize with the abundance of rain tho. We haven’t had any at all since mid-May and probably won’t see any until September. I miss the rain!

  3. LOL! And somedays it’s both! A grim day, indeed!

    As we look at satellite pictures we keep saying to ourselves, ” I’m glad we don’t garden in the Erie area. These clouds must loose most of their load on them.

    Maybe we should become canoe carvers. :-)

  4. My dear Neighbor Nancy,
    We live in western Pa, and like you we’re dealing with considerable rain, and it is cool- not good for so much of my garden!! Oh well if it’s not one thing, it’s your mother, or the weather.


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