i hear the eurythmics.

Not that anyone cares, but I did not get the back yard mowed while it was sunny.
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I am, however, very grateful that we had four or five days of dry and pretty weather. And I'm glad that the yard is so green and lush. But then the question came up the other day about my green thumb... for years I had thriving plants in my offices at Paladin, plants that I watered and pruned and fed. I felt fairly secure in my green thumb. Then, I moved to this house, where I have killed more plants than ever in my adult life. My initial theory is that it has something to do with the light, but I'm not discounting the idea that there's something in the house that the plants don't like to breathe.... this I base on the fact that my sterling is tarnishing at a faster rate now that at any place I've lived in 39 years. Anyway, so is it the house? Or is my green thumb on vacation?
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My second line of thinking regarding lush green plants goes like this:
Guy on NPR talking about urban farming says that fruit trees will produce anywhere. Huh? Has he seen my back yard? Has he tested my soil? Pecans, I have plenty. But the apricot tree drops its little, bud-like fruits every year. The fig and the peach look like they're anemic and need to move to Florida. And get a spray-on tan. Seriously... I watered and fertilized and added amended soil before I planted and tilled and tilled that spot where they are set... I see tons of other apricots and figs in my neighborhood. So I'm asking... what gives? Again... is it me?
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And in the third place, my garden.... my herbs are abundant. More so than I need them to be. And what I can't figure out is what happened to all my herb-using friends? I gave oregano, thyme and peppers to Becky and Mike yesterday and ... I still have more than I can possibly use.
Also, I have a bunch, and I mean a bunch, of lettuce almost ready to harvest. Staggered planting is seeming like a fabulous idea all of a sudden. Yeesh.
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Yes, I am concentrating on the good things about this rain. Because, well, it makes the dogs protest pottying and then they fart a lot while trying not to mess in the house. And it makes me feel like the walls are closing in. Again. And it messes with the bike trails. Grrrr.
But heck bring on the rain. The garden loves it.

Anyone want some Kale?