The rain New England gardens needed finally arrived on Sunday afternoon. During the week, there had been a suggestion of it; a hint of precipitation and the ambivalent weather puppet “partly cloudy with a chance of showers.”
It was touch and go for the tomatoes I planted at Uncle Bob’s. I started some from seed this year, like in the Aunt Tomato days of old, and I waited until last Sunday to plant them. They were drooping on Monday and Tuesday, but I watered in the morning and Uncle Bob watered in the evening and I think they’re going to make it now that the rain has started in earnest.
On Saturday, Handy and I went to a nonagenarian birthday party in Massachusetts; a longtime friend of Handy’s family. Handy is one of seven children and since I’m one of only two, it’s different and interesting to observe the dynamics of larger sibling groups. The party was in the afternoon, so after traveling there, celebrating, and traveling home, it ended up being a whole day away from Saturday’s chores. But it’s always pleasant spending time with Handy and even better when we get to sneak in a stop at a Market Basket along the way.
I’m glad it didn’t rain on the party.
It’s the Monday of a busy week. The calendar is calling for brevity today and a moment of silence for D-Day.
The eyes of the world were upon them.