Rainy Days

The ploughman told me today that, in his fifty years of gardening, he had never seen a Spring like this one. It seems to rain four days, and then give us a day off.  When the ground dries enough, people spring into action with mowers and garden work.  It was a sheer miracle that we got it all done last week, just as another thunderstorm was blowing in.

In the meanwhile, we've been getting out as much as we can, all the while ready to dodge any sudden showers.  The sun peeks through, now and then, which we call "Sun Residue."  May is our wettest month and I do recall some years where it seemed it rained every single day.  I remember being rained out of every campfire program I planned one May as Ranger Brandy.

The children had a tipi on the porch, as you can see, and it was fun to hear them deeply at play as Indian Mice.  Cabin fever struck yesterday and the children seemed like they had been switched out for quite different beings.  We resolved it with watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, which has its own plot line around cabin fever.  We'll spend the night out at the Old Davis Homeplace for a sleepover of sorts.  Anything to pass the time until the sun comes out again.