It's kind of silly to whine about the weather. There's nothing we can do about it, right? I honestly enjoy rainy days as much as I like the sunny ones. Variety is good. Up until now for this unusually wet month of April, my motto has been "At least I don't have to water the garden." And I haven't. Not even once. I planted my vegetables about two weeks ago just before the rain started - it's still raining.
I admit, there have been moments, sometimes hours, when the rain has stopped. But not much more than that.
I try to count my blessings. My garden is happy and doesn't seem to have been harmed at all by the excess of water. I suppose it's good to test the drainage - apparently the drainage is fine. My vegetables are all merrily sprouting, and my flowers are very happy and huge.
I feel bad for people living near rivers and creeks. I can't imagine how difficult it would be to clean up a flooded basement.
This morning, I told my 4th grade son, "Same as yesterday," when I gave him the weather report before school, "except they might do that thing where they make you huddle in the bathrooms." I assured him it's no big deal, and I really hope that's true. When we woke up my toddler, I said, "Another rainy day," he put his hand over his face.
Soon, the rain will end - soon. Maybe this weekend. I whine just a little this morning while I have time. Enough already with the rain.