It has been a stormy spring. Lots of rain (as usual) and lots of wind (not so usual). I've been sneaking out to the garden in between downpours.
I don't mind gardening in the rain. It's kind of nice, actually. It's quiet and cool and the ground is very workable.
But I am a summer person, through and through. In my world, it's either summer or not summer. Working with these babies does make the not summer season more tolerable, however.
And I suppose summer wouldn't be summer without the wait. That long, cursed wait…
