I know there are parts of the country that are in a drought right now, but I’m sorry to say that it doesn’t make my dislike of our area’s almost constant daily rainfall any more palatable. This is the Ozarks, not Oregon for gawd sakes!
The seedlings that I rushed out to plant two weeks ago are now a sodden, sorry mess.
I suppose I should be glad that I only planted a small percentage of the seedlings, but the ones still sitting on the porch in their little jiffy peat pellet prisons are starting to look like they’ve given up any hope of ever being planted in the ground.
And the other miscellaneous teeny-tiny seeds I planted directly into the raised beds (like the lettuce and turnips) have been carried away to parts unknown with the constant deluge.
Although something seemed to like the moisture:
Ain't that weird look'n?
Luckily I took some time yesterday to mow the front lawn. It wasn’t as dry as I would have liked (because it rained the day before….imagine that), but I figured it was my only chance to do it before we got more rain. Which, by the way, we got last night. Oh, and it’s still raining this morning, which is why I’m in the house on the computer complaining about the excessive moisture instead of tending to the animals outside. But according to the radar (I’m a radar junkie), it should let up shortly and I’ll grab my bag o’ milking stuff, don my muck boots and slosh my way into the muddy poop-soup area formerly known as the goat pen.
As not to be a total pessimist, I suppose I should point out that all this rain should make for a great first-cutting of hay.
That is, if they can get it cut, dried and baled……before it rains again. That’s not pessimism, that’s just being a realist.