Saturday, June 12, 2010
It is not such a bad place to be. Today's rain arrives in waves with warning announcements coming from the barn situated about a hundred feed southwest of our house. Its metal roof lets me know that the rain is close, giving me almost enough time to run from the garden back to the porch without getting too wet.
It is just not a good day to garden. After discing the vegetable garden, then planting it a few weeks ago, Jeff covered it all in year-old leaf mulch and cow manure. I ran out awhile ago to cut a head of lettuce and felt my foot being sucked into the black squishy soup. To late I realized boots, not flip-flops would have been the better shoe choice.