The Year Of Living Damply

Incredible.
I got back from China April 24th. It is now June 1st. The raised beds should be done, filled with soil, happy plants reaching for the skies.
Instead, the forms for the raised beds are about half made, soil is but a dream for the future, and all the happy plants are reaching for the lights in John's basement.
Why? Rain. Rain like you can't imagine in New England. Endless rain, pouring rain, misting rain, drenching rain. Scattered showers, thunder storms, light rain, driving rain, light mist-- we've had them all, and more than once. Since I came home, I have had two and a half days of non-rain. There were two other days (actually a day and two half days) of non-rain, but I was a thousand miles away in a place that could have used some rain.
It looks as though we *may* get a couple days more of non-rain this week, and if we do, I hope to get the raised beds finished, and maybe even start to move some soil and plants in. If so, look for some new pictures soon.
If not, well, there's always July....