More Rain

I am about to book a flight to somewhere. This rain is damaging my psyche. I recall laughing at people who said to friends from California, "Summer doesn't really start in Portland until mid-June." I said, "That is completely untrue. It was like that last Spring, but you're exaggerating." I was defending our life here in Portland, trying to look on the bright side in the middle of February.

Well, now here we are on the bright side, and it's been acting like November for over a month. I'm ready to pack up my garden here and move. So are the eggplants. So are the peppers and the tomatoes. And what about all the rotten seeds that I planted in hopes of some perfect June germination weather, who got drowned repeatedly?

I won't dwell anymore than I already have. We are due for some dry, warmer weather sometime near the end of the week, and I will keep my fingers crossed that it will be here to stay.