interlude

It has rained all damned week. Three thunderstorms yesterday alone. Teeming down today. It’s dark when I wake up. Middle of June and I’m still going outside in the morning in a heavy coat, winter gloves and a watchcap. Everything in the garden is suffering except the bindweed coming through from the neighboring gardens. I’m hitting pause on these notes for a few days. Sunday’s newsletter is already in the scheduler.