So this is climate change. Last spring, the same. Rain, rain, rain, and the plants begin to look almost alien in their size. Are we living in Colorado or Costa Rica? (I’ve always wondered what my garden would look like if I lived in the Northwest, and now I know.)

I couldn’t resist going out to fill the bird feeders and take a few photos (when I got back in, my shoes were so cold and wet, I took a hair dryer to them). I’d ignore the rain, dodge the drops and dabble in the garden anyway, but I’ve got some heavy work deadlines. Not only would I prefer to have my hands and feet in the mud, I’m thinking a lot about researching new garden/plant stories, about how Greek myths relate to ecology, about a friend’s book about tarot, about how to bake an orange marmalade tea cake and about teaching myself to embroider. Rain and grey skies make me want to hunker down that way. A hot bath would be nice, too.

This beautiful rain is not predicted to stop for a week and we’ll have frosts this weekend. Once again, I put basil in too soon. (If basil so much as hears a rumor about coming cold, it will shrivel and die.)

Today’s garden visions:

--Iris by the door, collapsed and making love to the grasses

–Iris by the door, collapsed and making love to the grasses

-- blue and purple with fuzzy raindrops

— blue and purple with fuzzy raindrops

--The bridal wreath spirea, gateway to the garden's Wild Place.

–The bridal wreath spirea, gateway to the compost and the garden’s Wild Place.

-- White in the While Place, with a volunteer iris

— White in the Wild Place, with a volunteer iris

And last, but never least — Angelica Day 5!!!!!!!!

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