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It looks like rain….

(AGAIN…)

It has been a wet spring with an especially wet May so far where a couple of weekends have effectively been rained completely out as far as garden work goes. We’ve been under some level of drought conditions for several years now, so any level of rainfall at any time should be welcomed and appreciated. It is appreciated (I promise),although it does tend to make me more than a little stir crazy when the spring calendar is flying by and I’m inside watching the puddles form out back.

How much so?

Eventually it gets to the point where I pull on my Zartic* boots, grab my camera and umbrella and head out. (*Industrial “Wellingtons”, locally referenced as “Zartic” boots as at one time workers from a local chicken processing plant could be seen walking about the west part of town in them. Yes, yuck.)

The results? Not much worth showing or keeping until the rain dripping on Lizzie’s steps catches my eye.

Below I present the entire productivity I managed to generate on a recent waterlogged May Sunday:

Frighteningly, the lyrics to a song from 1993 song pop into my head as I am finishing this post:

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain,
I like watchin’ the puddles gather rain.
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view but it’s not sane.
It’s not sane.

(Blind Melon, “No Rain” 1993)

Is it?