It won’t stop raining. We can’t mow, we can’t weedwack, we can’t weed in the garden, and we can’t plant anything. I’m singing the “I can’t believe it’s June and I can’t plant anything in my garden” blues.
I talked to one of my neighbors and he told me he already had his whole garden in. I felt serious stirrings of jealousy. Then he told me that some of his corn had rotted and I felt a little better. My mom hasn’t gotten her garden all the way in either. Stupid weather. I’d spit at it to show how I truly feel but it would probably rain on me for even longer.
Lee hasn’t got his bee box together yet. He doesn’t feel too bad though because it’s been a truly awful year for bees. Spring flowers came too soon and then it’s been raining ever since. I guess he can thank the weather for making him feel less guilty about not having it done yet.