It's all my fault.

We have had halcyon days for a week. Warm, but not too warm. Sunny and green and fresh and flowery. Sunday I went out and watered all my flowers because it hadn't rained on them for DAYS! I mixed fertilizer in the water and hand carried it all over the front and back yard and gave all my blooming friends a nice big tasty drink.

And the next day, it rained like a cow pissing on a flat rock. (The only thing I could have done worse would have been to wash my car. It needs it, but I'm afraid of bringing on the deluge. I'll save that for mid-August.) At the college, all the kids were in their tanktops and flip-flops. They looked like a bunch of wet kittens. They would scamper from class to class with books held overhead, splashing through puddles and throwing splatters of mud up the backs of their legs. They would huddle in packs in the doorways and stare at the wetness in innocent dismay. "It's RAINing!" In college, you learn many things that have nothing to do with classes. For example, check the weather forecast before you dress for the day.

Today is humid and warm, and threatening more rain. And look what I found on the table when I got home.


DH went out between showers and cut me a bouquet so I could enjoy them in the house rather than let the elements beat them up. Surely I am among the most fortunate of women!