At least some things are enjoying the weather.
A week ago I wrote about the joy the sound of rain brought after going through a dry spell. We have been wet all week. Thursday night we got four inches. It has rained all week. The mosquitoes are as bad as I can ever remember. I have two flats of annuals to pot and combined with the rain and the blood-sucking monsters I have let them sit. At least there is not a worry about them drying out before they are planted.
I know I will be doing the rain dance in July when there is not a cloud visible, but where weather is concerned, it is always purely the moment. And for the moment it is not good. The mosquitoes will guarantee I will stay out of the gardens. I tell you, if it's not one thing it surely is another.
Let me get one more whining complaint in; this relentless dampness really kicks my arthritis into full bloom. Now I sound like the old lady I am feeling to be! It's difficult to reconcile the person with the swollen joints and creaky bones to the one who climbs ladders and paints buildings, who cares for lots of horses and who usually can work all day. That be not me today. Today I am old. Tomorrow perhaps I will be middlin' again.