"What do you call three straight days of rain in Seattle?"
Answer: "A holiday weekend." 2013 was the 9th time in the past 12 years that it rained at some point during Memorial Day weekend. With each wet day the garden gets wilder and my outside work piles up, but that's nothing compared to what's going to happen when the sun finally comes out and growth goes into overtime.
A new thicket of bamboo sprung up in the middle of the lawn while we were away. Some of the culms were almost 4 inches wide, and I could barely get the lopper around them. If this keeps up, I'll have to start using the "bamboo saw" John gave me for Christmas. Our neighbor, who picks up the mail for us, had a wary look in her eye when she asked me what on earth that was on the lawn. I don't blame her. Bamboo has a mind of its own this time of year that makes it seem more like a wild animal than a plant.
John managed to get a mow in yesterday afternoon between showers, but he wasn't happy after pushing the mower through thick, wet grass. By the middle of next week, there's some hope we'll be back into the 70's. In the meantime, the NW radar map says it all.
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