It’s been raining for days. Days and days AND DAYS. And I’m so sick of it.
The flooding in Noah’s home townCanmore, ABhas given me a bit of perspective. It could be worse. Only my garden and my mood are affected by our rain. And my will to live, but I’m working on that.
There are so many weeds in my garden and they’re overwhelming me, mostly because I’ve tried to go out and get rid of them multiple times, but I end up soaked, and it’s JUST NO FUN.
Things are growing, though, so I guess that’s a plus?
And I found a tiny window of non-rainy weather the other day and finally planted my dahlia seedlings.
I also finally put the rest of my seedlingssome tomatoes and a few peppersinto pots and lined them up our front steps. Preston “helped” a ton. He loved stacking the empty pots. He LOVES being outside and our outside time has been limited lately, besides that other little space of non-rainy time when we were locked out of the house.
During Preston’s nap on Thursday I tried again to get some weeding done and just got sick of being drenched. I did find this guy in the grass, though.
I don’t know what he is. Some kind of moth? I’m much too lazy to look it up. He wasn’t moving, though he was still alive, so I put him under the overhang of the garage so he wouldn’t get too soaked.
He does look kind of ominous and evil, doesn’t he?
There better not be any rain in California.