As I write this, I can hear thunder. It rained for all of five minutes. I looked at the radar for our area, and watched as the big red blob signifying heavy rain traveled from southwest to northeast–to the south, and then to the east of us. As best as I can tell, watching the swirling animated precipitation map, we got less rainfall just now than anywhere else in the county. No, wait! I hear rain again! I’m really supposed to be writing up a grocery list, but I’ll keep you posted.
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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If I could, I would. It didn’t rain much the second time I heard it, either.
You’re stealing all of our rain. Give it back! The only rain in our area has been just over the border in NYS. Can you send some south to NJ for me?