If I were keeping score of rainy vs. sunny days
for the past two months,
the tally would be quite lopsided in the direction of rainy days.
Yesterday was yet another one.
I cannot let myself get discouraged, though,
as my tomatoes rot on the vine,
and giant weeds gain a stronghold on my garden.
Mother Nature has won... but I don't feel defeated.
I gave the garden my very best.
It has gifted us much nutrition in spite of the rain.
Let's face it... there's always next year!
Don't be fooled by how green and lush the garden is...
the weeds are quite green!
And although the tomatoes hate the rain, the flowers love it!
No, to lament a rainy day would be a waste of a perfectly good day...
something of which we only have a finite amount.
Instead, I choose to use the quiet hours indoors for some endeavors
that have been like butterflies flitting around my mind.
My normally fluffy sheep feel like wet sweaters,
and I wonder what wet wool feels like on their backs...
and if it ever even reaches their skin, with all of the lanolin in their fleece.
Ginger and MaryAnn could care less about the rain and are just happy for cooler days.
The rain helps to rinse off the mud that cakes on their skin from their...