Well, I love a rainy night It's such a beautiful sight I love to feel the rain On my face Taste the rain on my lips
Eddie Rabbit was nuts.
When I moved down here to the land of sun and smog, I figured the title of this blog would be a remnant of my former life as an Oregonian. Today, though, it has been raining buckets. I think there are some ducks moving into the lake that is now my front yard, and I'm pretty sure I saw some people whitewater rafting down the side of the street.
OK, maybe I'm exaggerating... a bit. I'm just irritated at the timing. We have a visitor from up north, who is spending his spring break with us, and I'm taking this week off from work, my first week off since I started my new job last spring. So, of course, SoCal has to do its Portland impression. Really, I wasn't homesick for Oregon. So, rain, you can go back up north. Now.
In the meantime, I'm reduced to looking at my many outdoor projects through the window or in pictures. The pic in this post is of the first area I planted after we moved in last summer. I cleared a bit of lawn just outside the back door for a salad garden. As of last week, the romaine was looking great, the beets and onions were coming along nicely, the chard was attempting to take over the universe, and the parsley was starting to bloom. Now it's probably under water, but I'll hold a good thought.
Our current project is landscaping the front yard. When we bought the place, it looked like this:
It had some scruffy-looking grass, a giant bird of paradise that covered most of the front window, and that's about it. A few weeks ago we (by "we" I mean my long-suffering husband) removed the grass, and last week "we" started putting up a picket fence and arbor and mapping out paths to turn the slab o' nothing into a cottage garden. But that means that right now, the front yard is bare dirt. Well, it was bare dirt yesterday. Now it's a mud pit suitable for large trucks or bikini-clad wrestlers, with a lake where the path is supposed to go. I'd post a picture, but I'm not going out there without scuba gear or an ark.
Rainy Day Gardening is brought to you by Meg and Janet, two librarians who like to play in the dirt.
Born and raised in Northern California, Janet started gardening when she was about 4 (mumble mumble years ago). After relocating to Portland, OR, she became a true rainy day gardener, gardening in the rainy Northwest for 14 years. In 2010, she picked up stakes (and other garden implements) and moved to Southern California, where rainy day gardening is a rarity. She now gardens on about 2/10 of an acre, growing vegetables, fruit, flowers, trees, shrubs, and a fine crop of weeds. Her interests include carnivorous plants, citrus, cottage gardening, her greenhouse, and anything edible.
Meg was born in South Carolina and raised all over the country (plus Japan!), but has been living in Seattle since 1992 and now considers it "home." She has only been gardening for about two years (just bought her first home) and is still in the learning stages. Her interests include bright colors, plants she can snack on while she's weeding, and learning how to keep things healthy and happy without using chemicals.