The sound of rain on the roof in the grey pre-dawn of Thursday was a welcome relief!
It would be too wet to garden!
Much as I love gardening, as many ideas as I have for more plantings around the house, my labors have taken a toll.
Jim put together the raised bed I wanted by the front door. I proceeded to remove several lavenders hastily stuck in last fall, stashed them in pots in the greenhouse and began digging over the hard-packed layer of red dirt that resulted from back filling when the house construction was finished.
Jim has found a source of free compost which he brings home in large containers each day when he is done working on his spec property.
The bags of top soil were worked in over the existing soil layer, then I lugged home several bags of a lighter soil mix from the garden center at South Fork.
A rainy day meant that I could postpone another job of hoicking heavy bags and spreading soil.
The rain was good for the potted pansies.
Left in place, but with fresh soil worked around them: a sage plant, oregano, two thymes; the large one started life as a volunteer seedling growing at the Amish farmhouse.
David Beachy arrived early in the week to make the first cutting of hay in the meadow.
He returned on Tuesday to 'crimp' the hay; on Wednesday, ahead of the rain, the grass was raked and rolled into a bale. This was a fairly light crop, producing only one bale.
Shriveled brown leaves where there should be green.
This tree growing along the lane fence was beautiful a week ago.
I wonder if the the damaged trees can put out fresh growth.
I have more weeding to do in this perennial strip. Jim has spread compost/mulch over the upper end and deposited more in heaps for me to spread as weather and energy allow me to finish rooting up weeds.
Beyond is the vegetable garden. We have planted green beans and beets, set out 8 broccoli plants raised in the greenhouse.
Flower buds are showing on the foxgloves raised from seed last year.
Red valerian, also raised from seed, was evergreen through the winter and is now blooming in the corner of the west retaining wall.
Willis, tired from supervising my gardening efforts, curls happily on the front porch bench, oblivious to the drizzle falling just beyond.
The weather has been fickle for three days now; bursts of chilly rain, skies clearing for an hour, then clouds and rain moving in again.
I started a fire in the wood stove, retreated to a corner with a book and a lap full of cats.
Almost immediately the house felt suffocatingly warm and stuffy.
So, fire going, windows open; cold wind blowing in, windows shut.
Can't change the weather, so we must garden when we can.
I have to say an enforced break is welcome.