After the drought of 2006, I swore that no matter what the circumstances, I would never again complain about too much rain. I have kept that vow for the most part and even renewed it last summer, when I despaired of moisture ever falling on my garden again. I want to go on record as saying that this post is in no way a complaint. It is merely an observation on the recent state of the weather on my corner of Katy. Which more often than not this month has been wet.
True, we've woken up to sunshine most mornings recently. As the day goes on, the clouds build as rain showers and thunderstorms move onshore from the Gulf of Mexico. Today's rain came mid-morning ... most days it's late afternoon or early evening when it hits. Annie the Garden Terrierist is not so fierce when it comes to thunder and lightning; just the sound of rain makes her start to quake. The Head Gardener says I've spent more time soothing Annie's frazzled nerves than working in the garden lately, but even she thinks that's as it should be. She's got a real soft spot when it comes to animals, especially the canine variety.
Since the ground has been so soaked, we've been reluctant to dump the pails and tubs of rain we've accumulated onto the ground. At the HG's suggestion, I turned one of the new trash cans into a makeshift rain barrel: each day I empty the contents of various containers into the 'barrel', check to make sure there are enough mosquito bits left to keep the wee beasties vanquished and then replace the lid until the next time. All too soon this rainy spell could end ... when it does, I'll have something saved for a non-rainy day!