I’m Getting Sloshed

I’m starting to think that my new occupation should be “Ark Builder”! It seems that all it does is rain! Now this is just great for my garden. All my squash, zucchini and cucumber plants are growing like crazy. The peas, it seems, do not enjoy the heavy rain and would like just a smidgen of sunshine!


It’s not that I don’t enjoy an occasional rain shower. There is nothing like it after a dry spell, but these continuous, cold raw days where is rains, no pours, is getting all too familiar and very old!
Hubby sent me out to see how much rain had fallen in the last 24 hours. Yes, it was still raining, and yes I was unhappy about having to go out in it.
I got my rain coat on and traipsed up the hill to the rain gauge. One and one half inches of the liquid stuff!
I sloshed my way back down the hill and into the house. Feet soaked and feeling none too happy. Hubby smiled and then his next words froze me in my tracks.
“If it rains much more, you’ll have to spray again.”
Then he hobbled off on his crutches to the sick room to sit with his blanket and watch another rerun of “Law and Order”.
I stood there with my mouth hanging open and with tears in my eyes. My poor aching body hasn’t recovered from the last spraying.
Oh well, when we finally get some fruit, it’ll taste awfully good.

6 thoughts on “I’m Getting Sloshed”

  1. Hi Mom,
    I hear you on being so sick of the rain! Yesterday, I felt depressed about it…today I’m just resigned to it (at least today is Friday; that definitely helps!) Hope you have a good day and stay dry!
    Love,
    Mandy

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  3. Beautiful photo’s, nice blog. Hope things go well as your hubby recovers. No longer able to crochet, and I know how that feels making a mistake, a foot and a 1/2 back. My sister-in-law, told me, the mistakes were part of the charm of handmade items. But my eyes find the spot where I’d erred, and hate it!

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