Rain

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temporary Purdyville housingIt rained just about all night last night, sometimes quite heavily. Hooray! This, however, was not the remnants of Hurricane Katrina. It was some front moving in ahead of Katrina. Whatever. It rained. Finally. (Does someone know how to find expired weather alerts? I would have loved to have quoted it directly, but I didn’t have the foresight to save it, and couldn’t find it once it had expired.)

Adherents of Murphy’s Law would say that the fact that 79% of Purdyville’s residents are obliged to sleep in tents for the next several weeks had more effect in bringing rain than the workings of a meteorological tempest. And why must they sleep in tents? Why, because we have gutted our second story in the hopes of bringing it into the second half of the 20th century.new window and no window I don’t find this convincing, however, because if it was really Murphy at work, it would have rained before we had all the windows put in.

Since I form the core of support services for this project (i.e., I feed everybody and do all the chores that the construction crew doesn’t have time for), I may not be posting–or gardening–too much in the coming weeks. I’ll be back, though, so don’t give up on me.

About the Author

Kathy Purdy is a colchicum evangelist, converting unsuspecting gardeners into colchicophiles. She would be delighted to speak to your group about colchicums or other gardening topics. Kathy’s been writing since 4th grade, gardening since high school, and blogging since 2002.

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.

~Adrian Higgins in The Washington Post, November 6, 2013

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