I wouldn’t ordinarily complain about rain, but come on, now, who’ll stop the rain? On Saturday I had just finished spreading topsoil over our bare front yard, hurrying to get it done before the rain started, and then the rain started. And it came down hard, an inch and a half’s worth in a little over an hour. The result was predictable.
In case you can’t see what happened, here’s a closer shot.
The rain washed big ruts into the yard, taking away the topsoil there and washing it deep into the woods. I thought I was finished with the topsoil, but I had to order another eight scoops on Monday. On my way back from the yard where they sell the topsoil, I stopped and bought nearly a ton of lime and fertilizer in 40-pound bags. On the way back home from the store, it started raining, and it rained hard. We got about two-thirds of an inch. I don’t think it made any new ruts, but it reaffirmed the ruts that were already there. And it made the ground so soggy I couldn’t get the topsoil delivered. It will still be too wet on Tuesday, the day of this post.
Right now there is a 20 percent chance of rain for Tuesday, down from an earlier predicted 80-percent chance. That higher chance has now moved to Wednesday and Thursday. I will probably have to have the topsoil dumped onto our concrete driveway if I want it any time soon.
Of course I have to spread 40 bags of lime and 5 bags of fertilizer sometime, and then hope it doesn’t wash away.
Well, every man needs a hobby, right?
I’ve noticed that the weather hardly ever cooperates with whatever plans we have made.
Paul — It seems I have my hobby, at least for the summer. I also need to squeeze another hobby in sometime — firewood cutting.
Robin — Leah is still mostly in the mode of wishing for rain, which is what we normally do in the summer. I keep telling her not to wish for rain until I get the grass seed planted, and then only for gentle, overnight rain. I’m afraid my wishes are overly specific.