More rain today, pouring like an angry river from the sky. The creeks are bank-full, grass is almost too soaked to grow but weeds are gloriously tall. Everyone is worrying about their gardens because the soil is too wet to work and the weeds are getting a strong start.
There are good things that come with a rainy day. A chance for Larry to focus on cleaning up inside the house. Time to plant fruit trees that just arrived in the mail (2 apple, 2 plum, 1 apricot). Time to pay a little more attention to the dogs. Time to call a few people and catch up on news. And as the evening is blanketed with fog, time to read a book, cover to cover.
I could do other things, of course, and actually had good intentions. I would cut out 50 finger puppets for upcoming programs. I went to the closet for the felt--and remembered that I gave all my leftovers to the local library last summer. So much for being productive! I could have tackled a lot of other things waiting for my attention, too, like:
- paid the bills. That would make some other people happy.
- sorted the piles of mail on my office table.
- put away books I've pulled out recently for research.
- dusted (Larry will clean, but he hates to dust)
- hung up my clean laundry.
- hemmed the new summer pants I bought last January, figuring I'd have plenty of time to work on them before summer.
I suppose I'd better pray for another rainy night tomorrow so I can check some of these things off my list. But for tonight, it was pure pleasure to stretch out on the couch and read.