The fair-weather gardener, who will do nothing except when the wind and weather and everything else are favorable, is never master of his [her] craft.
Henry Ellacombe, 1822-1916
The good news from NOAA is that the abnormally cold, wet weather we've lived with for the past two years might be ending in April. They say the La Nina trend is finally weakening as warmer surface water emerges far out in the Pacific Ocean. It can't come soon enough, but in the meantime we have another depressing week of storms ahead. And an alarm clock that went off very early this morning.
The NW coastline has 60 mph plus winds today. These dramatic NW storms (called meteorological "bombs" by weathermen) don't usually make national news because they affect such a remote part of the U.S and Canada. If there was an easy way to drive to the coast from Seattle, we might head out there more often to watch the spectacular waves. On the other hand, when I think about my dream beach, this isn't what comes to mind:
Between the windy showers I still got quite a bit done outside this weekend. "Gardening" seems like too a nice word for this early yard work. It's not the fun, puttering kind like the lady in the white dress is doing. Think of mud-caked sweatpants and soggy boots. Still, outside work this time of year gives you the smug feeling of getting a head start on weeds and transplanting before your neighbors are even thinking about going out.
The robins were rooting around in the rotted leaf mulch I laid down last fall-- there are so many worms under there it looked like the Old Country Buffet for birds. Best of all, the neighborhood is quiet and peaceful before the lawnmowers and power tools start up for the summer.
In case you were wondering, John spent the weekend changing the clocks ahead and sharpening things down in the basement, including all my kitchen knives. In return I made him a nice roast beef dinner on Sunday night.
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