The rain has me almost giddy. I've been dragging hoses and watering cans for months. My rainbarrels went dry from use. I stopped feeling guilty about leaving the eyesore of two 150 foot hoses in the front yard (draped across the driveway, just like Martha Stewart would do!). I was tired of sweating in my PJ's while tending to my drought after work.
And here we are. Seven days of rain! Not pounding and unending, just light and fortifying. It feeds and encourages my garden jungle like you wouldn't believe. Stuff has grown inches in a week.
It's gotten so that Bobby (see post before this) is actually psyching people up about the coming dry spell. What? Are you a moron? Does Bobby just want it to be different next week - in any given week of the year - just to make sure he's convinced us of his excellent weather skillz?
Shut up Bobby. Because I can still see 20% of my back fence which means the jungle hasn't completely swallowed the house. Just let me pretend it is Oregon for a few more days.
My garden looks like it on steroids now that it has started raining. Love it!
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