Far be it from me to be discontent with the weather. Seems like it has all been weathering in conjunction to our needs and desires so much lately that I hate to complain. But this rain! For the last 6 days the sky has been weeping ever so mournfully over our fair little farm. This is lovely in moderation. But my dear little fall garden, especially our sweet little feisty peas are getting plumb drowned. This evening I went out in the wet and drizzle and I could see the pea blossoms fairly glowing white on the little plants! They are so beautiful. But their feet are standing in puddles and it is called to rain yet more tonight and more on Friday and even more on Saturday.
And then I saw the weeds creeping over the isles between the garden rows. Just sitting there, growing. All content and happy that the rain is keeping me from tearing them to shreds with the hoe. Yes, I really do feel that they are mocking me. The crabgrass, the wild garlic, the red root pigweed, the morning glory. All thumbing their weedy noses at me for being unable to cultivate them to smithereens. Sigh.
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