I think gardening in an unsteady rain might be my favorite kind of gardening. It's about all we have to choose from lately, anyway.
Today's rain started so light you could count the navy blue drops on my slate blue shirt for a long while, as I made the rounds, tending to one small remembered task after another. Trimming hair. Pulling the willing weeds.
The good weeds are the ones that give up the struggle without intrigue. They come out willingly, root, runner and all. Quitters actually win in this game. As long as I can easily prevent weeds from taking over, I'll leave some, the interesting ones, in the perennial beds.
Tough-rooted weeds, though, must be BANISHED from the garden UTTERLY and with NO chance of redemption. Same as the old British policy for crushing Scotland's rebels: Eradicate them, root and stock.
Light rain to steady rain, fine. It's the perfect time for a second feeding, too; to boost flower displays. I fling fertilizer granules from tall rocks I moved into position, that give me a downward angle into the foliage. Te rain will help wash the food in. I don't feel like sweating under rain gear, even though I've got a chest cold that feels like I have a vegetable brush where my lungs meet. I'll shift to dry clothes when I come in.
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