No Rain
As I mentioned, there was a hint of rain yesterday. It fell as a fine mist. A light kiss on the cheek from Mother Nature who apparently had other business to attend and left us without appreciable moisture. What a letdown. Then, in the evening, just to rub it in, she set off a thunderstorm to the north but sent it sliding by to the east. Again, no rain.
So, here I am standing at the altar of the flood with no water. There are gray clouds this morning just as there were gray clouds yesterday, but the weather service says this cold front is simply cold with no wet. All I get is the depressing gloom. But as I do with most disappointments, I’ll put on a gay face and trudge on because somewhere down the line something good will happen, and I’ll forget all about the day of no rain. And that’s a big shrug of the shoulders to Mother Nature.
I did make good use of the sunshine yesterday. I put the Blackfoot Daisies in the ground, in the front flowerbed beneath the big oaks. They’re right in front of the Salvia Greggii. I also trimmed some deadwood out of a big lavender plant. The work goes on and even this morning, I see areas needing attention, and I shall give it. If not today, perhaps tomorrow. Satisfying work. Because the garden expresses its thanks with a welcome embrace of fragrant blooms and greenery and butterflies and bees and tall trees with shade and I’m all in for that sort of love.
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