Just Can’t Beat the Rain

This time of year I live by the weather predictions. I plan all things around when “They” say it is going to rain. “They” are not always right. When I go away, with the prediction of rain, I hope it happens as I want the rain for my garden and new plantings. When I get home and ask Russ if it actually rained at our house I am often disappointed.

This weekend I had a lot of planting to do. I did more than half of it Saturday. I had to water what I just planted, but knew there was a good chance for rain today. I am fine with it raining after I have watered new plantings as long as it’s not a deluge.

Since I was too exhausted to plant everything, I planned on planting the rest today. Russ and I went to bed very early so we could work before the rain came. Russ said “They” predicted it would start raining at 10. All good I thought.

I woke up at five. It was still dark so I lay back down for another forty-five minutes. My normal Sunday routine is wake up, play all my NYT games and share my scores with my posse. Laze around watching news and CBS Sunday morning then go to church.

Not this morning. I was out in the secret garden, a tiny square behind the dining room and breakfast room. I started digging only to discover an ancient watering system, long ago abandoned. This made digging problematic, but I eventually chopped up most of the hoses.

I got 85% of the plants in when the rain started at 7:50! Two hours early! I still had flowers to pot in the patio containers along with the final three plants in the secret garden. Mulch still needed to be repositioned.

I should have powered through everything yesterday, despite the heat and exhaustion. I knew rain was coming. Quite frankly I have been praying for rain since it did not rain Tuesday or Friday as “They” predicted.

I cleaned myself up and had my normal Sunday morning as it was barley past the normal time I would wake up on a Sunday.

After church I cleaned the house and basically hung around waiting to see if “Their” all day rain prediction would be wrong so I could go back out and finish. For once “They” got it right. So my terrace and secret gardens lay waiting for me to finish and tomorrow is my busiest day. At least my vegetable garden is happy with the gentle all-day rain. “They” say it won’t rain Tuesday, let’s see if I can finish.