It's always difficult to know when to stop. How important is something in relation to all the other somethings in your life.
Lots of rain here. And in many ways that's good.
But it also means:
strawberries rotted where they touch the ground
limited ability to treat plants eaten by bugs or other pests
some washing out of seeds or plants
mud
I don't want to complain. I have lots of other things to do and gardening, although I love it, is only part of my life.
However, I am starting off the season not only late but with 1/3 of the tomato plants I had before. Bugs are cutting down the beans and basil, and there's that little accident with the peas. (I asked J. to wash the green food coloring from his experiment off the back table he yanked up the pea holders in order to get not 1 but 2 soaker hoses from the far end of the yard. He didn't notice the regular hose sitting right next to the deck. Sigh.)
Despite these set-backs bikes are being ridden, books are being read (Vanity Fair for me), Nerf darts are being shot, strawberries are being picked. It's a good life, even if its a little less green then I like.
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