It's been so wet this summer. The kind of wet that just never quite dries. Your clothes, towels, couch all start to smell sour, and taking a shower just seems like trading one wet for another, and the prospect of putting on clothing seems to have only one draw: maybe it will soak up some of the wet.
|the swollen Hocking River|
There has been some flooding and the farmers are feeling the root rot in the fields. But it's also been hot - mid to high 90's - so the monsoony rain has also felt like relief. And for us displaced Seattlites, it reminds us of our not-sooo-sunny summers and makes us sigh just a little bit with homesickness. (Me, confessing to Dan, as I notice it has started to rain again: "You know, I....I really like the rain. It makes me want to do stuff and feel homey and creative" He furtively answers back, as if it is a crime to not adore the blazing sun of summer, "Me too! I was just thinking that". Closet amphibians, we.)
|Friend kitty Calcifer, nursing, with bag of frozen corn on her flank.|
Desperate times, desperate measures.
|cooling down the kitten with the fan|
Of course, having water is better than not having water.
|freshwater spring where we sometimes get the yummiest water|
And it does make things grow.
The photo above is of a new plant in our yarden (like that? like a yard plus garden? oh, you got it already? well, all right then.) - magenta spreen. Yes, that is really what it's called. Spreen. It bothered me for quite some time - I'd stumble dumbly over the word every time I'd go to say it, until I looked it up to make sure I got it right. Spreen?? Apparently the guy in California who started selling the most recent variation of this variety of lambsquarters didn't love calling the baby seedlings "shoots" because it reminded him of guns, so he made up the word "spreen". Hmmmm. I'm not sold on the name, but I love the plant! It's growing like a weed (like its cousin, the common lambsquarter that is considered a weed around here, but is also edible), and I trim it to put in our smoothies and eggs, using it like a mild spinach.
|hiking during a break from the rain|
If this post seems a bit random, it's because I am a) trying to play catch-up, which seems the favorite game of summer, because we are leaving on our annual trip to see family up north tomorrow (scratch that - I'm finishing this from the porch of our vacation...) and b) I am procrastinating the list I've made for myself of things that have to be done before we go...
The rain also brings blueberries (see? I'm still sort of tying it all together...)...
|picking with Sarah|
I can't think of a way to relate this to the rain, but our summer was also about grabbing time with our friends who were back from Texas for a spell...not long enough, and we had to work around things like broken limbs and elbow surgery, but we were grateful for any time at all...
Dearest friends, these girls. Enjoy the poses...