The forecast for the next TWO WEEKS, each and every day of the next fourteen days and nights in May is:
Cloudy with a chance of rain.
Overcast with a chance of rain.
Patchy drizzle.
Mostly cloudy with a chance of rain.
Partly overcast with a chance of rain.
Drizzle. Mix of clouds and rain.
Etc. No breaks in between.
They can't forecast that far in advance and this must be iffy, right? Right?
I know, I know, I complained about the unrelenting sunny dry days of March and April, with no moisture for the garden. Now there's too much. It rained again last night, another 4/10ths of an inch, but nothing had dried out from two days ago.
The doublefile viburnum is almost all open, and all I want is a great view and photo of its beautiful blooms. And the camassias, and the alliums. There won't be a single sunny day to see them. I want to sit in the sun in the gravel garden with a glass of wine and gaze at the viburnum, so big and gorgeous finally.
Complain, complain.
I have plants to put in, I need to pinch back the chelone already, and the sedums, get some more edging done . . .
And I need to find another weather forecast.
