First, it is too dry; then, it is too wet. A gardener is never happy.
When we planted our veggies on Sunday, the ground was dry and cracked.
Today as I walked across my neighbor’s yard, water oozed into the holes in my Crocs. A river runs through our basement. All signs of the almost inch and a half of rain we received on Memorial Day.
The forecast? Showers and thunderstorms Wednesday and Thursday; sunny on Friday; showers and thunderstorms Saturday thru Monday.
I am so glad that I am not a farmer!
I Don't Feel Older
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