Sunday, June 12, 2005

Brrrrrrrrr

The electric heater is turned on to "high" and sitting next to my legs. I've added a third layer of over my sweatshirt and polo shirt. Had to go wrap up in a blanket to read the newspaper this morning.

Earlier, I wondered aloud to Bill if my garden's ever gonna have a chance to grow this year. It's been on freeze frame for the past two weeks. I've planted cucumber seeds three times now. So far, two iddy biddy plants have appeared in two rows of planting.

It's cold. It's grey, and a breeze from the north is sending my fragrant, white locust blossoms around the front yard. The other night I remarked to Bill that something must be wrong with the willow trees because several times during the past few weeks any hint of wind has sent thousands of discolored leaves to the ground, messing up my newest mowing job.

Bill says it's a fungal disease that hits the willow trees when there's cold, wet weather. Well, the conditions have been ideal for that fungus this spring. To all those worried souls who thought we were in for a drought, I'll repeat my famous weather words: whatever we have, we have a lot of. We've now surpassed the average rainfall for the year.

With that in mind, it's time to warm up and play summer.

1 comment:

Word Tosser said...

Our garden isn't doing any better than yours, Marianne. My Sweetie has planted his Fava beans twice now and is scared to try the third time. And time is running out for them to come to full product.
But the Idaho weeds are doing great. Most of them are a foot tall. I have pulled so many already in between rain storms. Now if I could figure out a Idaho weed stew I would have it made.