muddy waters

It won't stop raining!

Going out to the garden to empty the rain gauge has become a daily chore. The rains keep coming and river keeps rising. It runs high and muddy brown. It rains while the sun shines. rain rain go away.



Hmmmmmmmm... mmmmmmm this song keeps playing round and round my head...

Today is, not like, any other DAYYYYYYY
This one is runnin, turn a darker shade of GREYYYY
What, will, I, have, left (tell me tell me)
(Somebody tell me now)
When, this, hard, rain's, gone awayyy
There is a safe place, that I used to KNOWWW-hohhhh
It's the only place, that I want to GOOOOOOO
Where, else, could, I (tell me tell me)
(Somebody tell me now)
'Til, this, hard, rain's, gone (ah-ah-away)



My garden is feeling the effects of too much rain. The plants hang their heads, looking water logged. The heavy downpours pounded my poor little flax patch. It went from looking like this:



to looking like this:



Too much rain gives me the blues.

So, it is almost July and where are the fawns? Normally, we see them around the end of May.



Memorial day is a good day for spotting fawns with spots.



This year, the first fawns are finally showing themselves while it is near the 4th of July. They must have been staying up on top of the mountain...out of the rain...under the ledges and the Hemlocks.

As a last minute decision (and a way to escape the indoor blues), I decided to join up for the Tour de Fleece again. My brother sent me a speedometer, that I have attached to my CPW! I am keeping track of my MPHs and the average distance as well as the yardage spun on this tour. I try to spin while watching the Tour de France race, and have started to work my way through an alpaca fleece, "Final Answer". Ironically, my last blanket from Finca Alta Vista.



Somehow the color of the fleece just looks the same as muddy waters to me.