Rain

I'm kicking off this new blog with two posts in one day. I heard a faint patter, and there it is--rain. I like seeing my lilies outside soaking it up.  Rain means I don't have to lug the hose all over the back yard...though I must say, I don't mind watering.  There is something about seeing the soil grow dark as I turn the hose on it, knowing that I'm helping those little plants with the great, dinner-plate leaves to get what they need.  With parenting, I often second-guess myself.  Plants are easy.  You put seeds in the ground, you give them some water, you see what comes up.

Well, that's my method of planting. This is the least organized garden ever. It does have rows. But what's in them? Good question. The onions are easy; the squash blossoms and pumpkin blossoms gave those plants away. The corn is easy to identify. But the rest? Might be carrots, might be cantaloupe. Who knows?

Miss Annette, my neighbor, would know. She knows everything about gardens. She couple probably tell what's weeds and what's carrots.

But I'm content to wait and see. Adds to the mystery.