rain

After 6 days of rain, it finally stopped in the late afternoon of Friday. We actually saw sun at sunset. It was a little strange. My husband was in a rush to cut the grass when he got home from work, although my daughter wanted to impress him with the dinner she'd made. (It was still good, but he ate it cold.)

On Saturday, I checked on things, but they all seemed okay. I transplanted my Mother's Day begonia, but didn't water it because more rain was predicted. It didn't rain. At all. After the six days of rain, I didn't water anything because I figured that every thing is pretty much saturated. It didn't rain on Sunday either, although the ground was wet when I woke up.

My husband thinks the grass seed we planted is actually coming up after the two days of no rain, but I think he's deluding himself. That grass seed is so wet, it's probably moldy and attracting--whatever it is that mold attracts.

My father dropped off a few tomato plants. I didn't transplant them to my beautiful raised beds yet because ... because I don't know why but I just figure I shouldn't due to my bad luck with plants.

My neighbors still haven't mowed. With their 18" grass and dandelion-infested lawn, why do I bother to pull mine up? Hope and eternal optimism, despite the black thumb (and the fact that digging holes is something I can actually do).