We’ve had so much rain over the past few weeks that during those moments when the sun shines, we almost don’t know what to do with ourselves. Jonny runs out to the sawmill to try and quickly mill some lumber for the guinea house (those guinea keets are stinking up the kitchen, despite daily bedding changes!) I managed to get that dresser painted. Jonny and I made a big indigo vat on the front porch over the weekend, and dyed yarn while the rain poured around us (and came leaking through our front porch roof…oh the projects that need to be done).
We’ve all had a really nasty respiratory bug, nearly unheard of for us this time of year. I wonder if the weather is to blame somehow? Coughing and wheezing all night when eight months pregnant is not fun! I’ve resigned myself to just sitting up, turning on my bedside lamp and knitting at odd hours. Might as well make the best of things!
The strawberries, which I consider the most important plants in the garden, are suffering. Too much rain means mold and slugs and more mold and more slugs. Seth says we need garden ducks for the slugs. I say, “No more animals just now, thank you.” We did manage to make a nice batch of strawberry kombucha. “Boocha,” as Job calls it. Kombucha is a new thing for us, after a long run with Jun. Jun requires raw honey, and it was just too expensive to keep it up. The Kombucha settles for sugar, which we can better handle.
We’ve always been a little obsessed with watching the weather forecast, even more so during all the rain of late, watching and hoping for patches of sun. Right now the forecast looks impossibly good for the next five days or so. There’s a whole lot of “mostly sunny!” We still haven’t planted tomatoes, or basil. (Or cucumbers, marigolds, and sunflowers.) I know what I’m doing this week!
p.s. I am going to be writing occasionally for Blessed is She, an online community of Catholic women. If you are interested in reading it, my devotion is up on the site today, and you can find it here.