On the plus side, the unexpected plethora of water falling from the sky has turned our arid yard into a backyard jungle. It’s just been a bit unfortunate for my little swimmers, who have been turning blue with cold while dodging thunderstorms at practice. Acadia addressed the issue by pairing her swim suit with cowboy boots. That girl isn’t just trendy, she’s practical as well.
Sure it’s muddy and chilly, but oh how the garden does grow. Check out this rhubarb plant from the Cretaceous period–
It’s not really prehistoric, but I do think it was sizing up my children for its lunch.
That Brontosaurus rhubarb plant isn’t one of mine. We admired it in the yard of artist Tiffany Koehn, who gave us a personal tutorial on glass blowing. She makes gorgeous jewelry and lamps in outrageous colors like these–
She let the kids pick out colored glass to create their own charms,
and even gave them each a chance to take the blow torch for a spin. No, Mom, I’m kidding. Tiffany kept a firm grasp on the torch while we watched from a safe distance.
Meanwhile, back at our ranch yard, the potatoes have been eagerly soaking up all the rain.
I can’t imagine what’s doing beneath the dirt, but a few more days of precipitation and we’ll be climbing those potato stalks to a castle in the sky. Not far behind are the strawberries, which are still rock hard and green, but crazy plentiful this year.
I have told them that we’ll be hitting the road soon and I expect ripened berries within the week. Likewise with the raspberries, which are all abuzz with bees but remain curled up in small green nubs. They also seem determined to ignore my schedule and start ripening just about the time we load up the car.
Come on garden. I’m not asking for much. Just a taste of your sweet fruit before we leave town, and a little bit of respect for my schedule.