I Can't Get no...Satisfaction...

Ah the tunes from my youth...the Rolling Stones, whom I discovered when I first heard Satisfaction, still remain a favorite. For the life of me though, I can't tell you why. Mick has not aged well...he (like so many of us) has just aged. But that song still stays the same, and it seems as though these days, I can't get no satisfaction. While I am just thrilled with how great everything is looking in the garden, I'm quietly wishing the rain would stop. While we don't have it nearly as bad as our friends in certain parts of Florida, say, still and all it has been raining here for two weeks. Enough is enough. Or as my pal Bubbles (Violet Loxley) used to say, "fun's fun, but damn a pantomime!". Today we have been teased by the sun. It has come out three times. Of course it lasted no longer than five minutes at a time, so that means the garden is still saturated with water and Mac can not go out and play. If he could go out and play, I could finish getting my work done rather than answer myriad questions on why I'm doing what I'm doing and how long it's going to take me to finish it.

But like I was saying...this time last year we were well into our third year of drought. The fruit trees bore little dried up fruit which soon fell to earth inedible to even the birds. The garden dried up and the tomato plants refused to cooperate so I'd have lots and lots of tomatoes to freeze and can. When the rain first started, the ground was so rock hard that much of it just rolled downhill and into the creek. This made the creek swell and overflow it's banks, but luckily not enough to do any harm. Now the ground has become a sponge and is retaining water much like I was once wont to do. It hasn't started to regurgitate or refuse to accept any more water yet...but I'm afraid of the word "yet". I don't want that to become the operative word.

This morning we picked a large basket of plums off one plum tree. The other plum tree is loaded, but has yet to ripen. I'm afraid they will swell to bursting and just fall, green, onto the ground. I have big plans for those plums, that includes jelly making. The sun was just out. But I see by the shadows on the windows that the clouds have rolled over it's face like a hawk on a mouse...lasting less than the prescribed five minutes. I hear Mac's boots on the porch. Guess I'll go play twenty questions.