Rain

Sodden tuberous begonias on the deck, weary of rain.

I never read Somerset Maugham's short story titled, Rain, but wherever it was raining, the South Pacific no doubt, could not have held a candle to Boston last month. My poor tomatoes, that just want some nice water and also some SUN. Remember sunshine?

The nasturtiums I am growing from seed aren't very happy either. We had a few days of sun (today is dreary again), and the astilbe decided to bloom. Beets are growing. Lettuce is gone except for the really weird lettuce. Herbs need a new start, (dill and cilantro) but my others are strong and healthy.

Gardens are a labor of love. I am cross posting a link from my Proust blog.

http://travelinagarden.blogspot.com/2009/07/du-cote-de-chez-swann-combray-marcel.html

Let there be color. Let there be (sun) light. Another dreary day. On the bright side (!) dreary days are good for writing.

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