it can't rain all the time

'It never rains but it pours' they say... but I'm not sure I quite know what that means. It's been raining pretty much nonstop since I last wrote in these pages (and that was some time ago, wasn't it!), and it was only pouring perhaps fourty percent of the time. So. In any case, however, it was a tremendous amount of rain; more than I've ever seen before it a similar span of time, I'd even venture to say. Now we know how Noah might have felt. I'm happy to report that nothing floated away here at the squibix household at least, and the basement is no more than damp, so we've come through it all quite well. 'Come through it' I can say now, because today it finally stopped raining and we got to play outside, and what a relief it was. Leah has channeled all her cooped-up feelings into desire for a puppy, so we're in the process of trying to get one in the next couple days. The house is clean now, isn't that enough?!

The rain started scarce hours after I had put my grass in the ground, so you see it was a pretty solid week of precipitation. On the plus side, it fulfilled at no expense to me the instructions on the grass seed to 'water well after sowing until germination'; the seven grass seeds that weren't washed away entirely were about as well-watered as any seed could ever hope to be. The fertilizer I put in at the same time should only have profitted by the wet, though, and ditto for the last-minute plants I bought on deep discount from various nurseries, so that's all good. The latter would now perhaps profit from some sun, as would, I can assure you, the human residents of the neighborhood.