I wish you could hear the rain. It started sometime after midnight, and continues still, at 11:30 in the morning. Heavy and steady. With the garden’s first planting of the season well underway, it’s not the kind of rain that leaves you fearful of your seeds washing away, or seedlings being pummeled as it pours down. Everything is well established now and the one to three inches we’ll receive is exactly what the gardener ordered. Now I don’t have to do a rain dance for at least another week, maybe even two.
After several hours spent weeding and mulching this weekend, I took a few moments to sit back and look out over the garden. Do you have a chair in your garden? Having a spot to sit and observe the comings and goings is a great teacher. When I’m busy moving around, creating a ruckus, fewer birds and insects come close. But as soon as I get still, the whole place comes alive. It was here that I watched a robin feast on our strawberries. Unapologetic, totally pleased with himself. I didn’t have the heart to shoo him away, the dude earned those berries fair and square. And so I watched him enjoy the feast for about five minutes. It was a weekend highlight, for sure.
Today I’m catching up on some work, enjoying some time indoors thanks to the rain, and generally trying to get the week started. And if I’m being totally honest, I’m also dealing with the emotional toll of another wave of troll comments. I wonder if people realize I can tell when they leave multiple negative comments under different names/email addresses (computers are fancy). Well, now they know. Going through such trouble to project negativity seems like a lot of effort to me, but I’m not as ambitious as most.
I think I’ll go make some tea and simmer down a bit. A really nice person gave me permission to harvest their field of red clover last week, so I’m thinking a brew of lemon balm, lavender, calendula, and a good mineral-rich heap of red clover will do the trick.
Feeling thankful for rainy days and Mondays, they never let me down. xo