I bet, if I trolled through the archive, I complained a great deal about it being too dry last year. Well, this year I am complaining about it being too wet.
My hay is rotting in the field, the roses are mush, the garden is mush, and every where there are mosquitoes. Oh, and turkeys. They are going to get a date with my friend who hunts turkeys. I am going to learn how. My bean patch is now full of four inch spikes (I knew that pile of apple branches would be handy!). I wouldn’t recommend falling on it. But, I can guarantee that the turkeys won’t be taking any more dust/mud baths in it.
Goldilocks rants Monday, Jul 1 2013
Uncategorized 17:10
Acair Fearann 
Under the principle of being careful what I wish for, I try not to complain about the weather. I keep thinking come August we’ll be begging for some rain. But it’s July and I’m looking out at yet another gray, murky morning with a forecast of occasional downpours. And with the humidity as high as it is, when the sun does come out it feels like a giant steam bath. So rant away.
It is a giant steam bath, I could never live any farther south!
I just wish I could remember to prune paths wide enough so that when everything is wet and soggy it is still clear.