Rain Gardening

St. John of the Cross reading has entered a more complex stage now. I no longer really like what I am reading. Just a bunch of words. As soon as I read them, I forget them. I still read a bit at night before I go to bed, but have to really hunt for memorable phrases.

Gardening season has arrived but before I could really get started seeding, the rainy season started. I am transplanting seedlings in to pots. I cannot safely work the soil until it dries out. I can make potting soil mixtures of some bagged soil I still have, potting soil, seedling soil, compost. All sorts of odds and ends.

That should keep the poor little things alive until I can make proper garden beds. Meanwhile, though, the weeds are sprouting. Today I should out there and start pulling them up. Good plan.

Little Joey, the neighbour’s cat, is not so little any more. I think he is responsible for digging up some of the few. transplants I put in before the rains started. Yesterday I saw him lying plump and satisfied-looking in what used to be a raspberry patch (the neighbour’s construction crew flattened them with dirt as their backhoe knocked down the screen fence. I turned the hose on him. He leapt right over the replacement fence I have strung up.

He is a very sweet cat and I don’t mind him elsewhere in the yard. But not in my food garden.