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For The Rain It Raineth Every Day

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Shakespeare. Twelfth Night.

He understood.

It’s dark and gloomy here.

Cue someone who has been begging for rain now complaining about too much rain.

And that someone is me.

We are on our 5th or 6th day in a row of torrential rain. It isn’t raining all of the time, but when it does rain, it comes down hard. It’s also unbearably humid.

Don can’t go outside and use his camera. I can’t work in the gardens. I’m going a bit stir-crazy. So is Don. This will last through tomorrow and there’s more on the docket for next week. As you might expect, we have flood watches all around the Hudson Valley.

We haven’t been able to sit in the Secret Garden since last Saturday.

Waaah!

Okay, I’ll stop complaining.

The rudbeckia is in bloom everywhere and thank goodness for it! Those splashes of yellow are so needed on these dark days. It’s such a cheery flower!

We’re going to do something this afternoon. I’m not sure what, but we definitely need a distraction. If it’s at all interesting, I’ll take pictures.

I know this is short, but that’s truly all I have for you today. Nothing Is Happening.

Happy Thursday.

Flowers, Greenhouses & Cameras

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It stormed last night and we got a deluge. In the typical ‘extremes’ mode of this summer, when we get rain, it comes down so hard that it overwhelms the hydrangeas and the grasses in the gardens. And we’re getting more today – one to two inches. I’m happy we got the rain, of course, I wish we could have had something a little less violent.

Ah, well. Do I go outside and try to fluff the plants or let nature take its course? I’m not sure.

It was very humid yesterday, but we took an hour or so to visit my local nursery. The porch lobelia is looking a bit ragged these days and from what I read of lobelia, it starts to seriously sag come July. I also needed garden gloves. So I bought a couple of plants and two more hanging plants.

Now, I have too many plants because I can’t quite give up on the hanging lobelia yet. I’m not one to toss plants if I think they have still have signs of life. I’ll hang on to the bitter end.

Boy, was it hot inside the greenhouses!

Have I told you how much I’d like a greenhouse? I dream of a little greenhouse here on the property. I save pretty pictures of them. I wonder if I could build my own. The other day, we were in a neighboring town and a truck carrying a greenhouse drove right through the center of town. I was beside myself: Maybe I could commandeer the truck and divert it to my driveway! Maybe it was a surprise meant for me!

Alas, Don assured me it wasn’t.

Darn it.

We’re off to NYC for the day. The theme for today is cameras.

With – if it’s not raining – a little stop at the Community Garden.

Happy Sunday.

April Showers

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It’s that kind of day where the lamps remain lit all day long. So was yesterday, a day in which it rained all day and into the night. I have no idea what the forecast is for today; however, looking out the window indicates gray skies and general yuck.

April showers, right?

I’m just about to finish Avid Reader, which has been a complete pleasure to read. Do I try for fiction next, or more non-fiction? I have a copy of Russian Roulette  by Michael Isikoff and David Corn and I haven’t started it yet. But the contents of that book will make me angry, as they should, so I’ll have to read it in fits and starts, if only to maintain some sort of equilibrium.

This succulent has been a part of Riley’s dish garden ever since I planted it, not long after he died. Other succulents have come and gone, but this one has remained and much to my surprise, it really took off this winter. Constant new growth. I think it likes its new position at the center of the kitchen table, as well as its buddies, the monstera and the rubber plant. I do know that houseplants often thrive when placed in a group with other plants and I think that’s the case here.

Or maybe Riley is speaking to me. I hope so.

The tulips are winding down and, like all flowers, there is a beauty in every stage of life.

I’ve been nursing a sore back, brought about, I’m pretty sure, by having to sleep propped up for several days when I had the cold/flu/whatever-it-was. It’s getting better.

Gosh, I’m ready for some work outside. And I still want to paint the remaining unpainted wall in the kitchen. It’s never been the right time, but I have to do it soon before spring starts to bring in more bugs. Maybe next week.

I have a whole list of things to do outside, including cleaning up the garden beds, raking the gravel that was snowplowed onto the grass back onto the driveway, picking up falling branches, and cleaning the side of the house and the porch railings. None of those tasks excite me, but they have to be done before I can attend to the gardens.

I saw a big rabbit sitting very still yesterday afternoon. He was up in the back forty. First rabbit sighting – a good sign!

Happy Wednesday.

 

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