Ok, so for gardeners, rain might be a good thing, but there is such thing as too much too often (except for pizza and sex, if you ask my husband). Really, the rain can stop now. I get the picture. I downloaded the plans for an ark and I am gathering up the local animals in 2×2 fashion (except for the rat dog up the street. I think they can go the way of the unicorns.).
I have not been able to plant anything yet this year, oh yeah, except for my wedding band. Managed to “plantâ€ that somewhere in the front flower bed while weeding. The hubby is excited though. This means he gets a new toy tool, a metal detector.
*Sigh* *Grrr*Â I am in a foul mood. Which is what happens when gardeners can’t garden. Those who know call it going “gardenerâ€. You start getting violent in the garden centers of local big box stores and wave hastily improvised weaponry (like sharpened Â rakes and shovels) in the air and threaten to liberate the abused vegetative masses to be found there. Really, look it up on Twitter. That’s where all the cool liberators hang out these days.
And, if the lawn gets any higher, I am told that a rainforest conservation group will start petitioning the local government to declare my yard and the wildlife therein a sanctuary. That would not be so bad, but the children have decided that where there is a jungle, there must be heathen natives and they have happily volunteered for the job.
It can stop raining now. Really, really. When I said I wanted it to stop snowing, I did not mean I wanted it replaced by other forms of precipitation. 40 days and 40 nights of rain has been done before, so can we move onto the good part of spring already?