God and His darned sense of humor

For the most part, I don't complain about rain anymore. We've been in a drought for so long here in NW Georgia, that rain is welcome, even when it is inconvenient. And this week it is inconvenient. I'm on vacation and had plans to do a great deal of garden work. But, nope, instead it rains. And rains. And rains.

We thought it had stopped at lunch time, so we put all the seedlings outside to get some fresh air. After a couple of hours, here comes the rain. Since the small cups are sitting in a series of cardboard boxes for ease of transport, Brittan and I had to rush around and bring them in before the boxes disintegrated. After that, I said, "Phooey, I'm going to plant my little trees anyway." They are bare root trees and I didn't want them drying out too much.

I grabbed my garden fork, pick axe, shovel, potting mix, watering can and saplings and went to work. Brittan came out to help to speed up the process. She was my extra pair of hands holding the trees upright while I filled in the dirt. As life would have it, the longer we worked, the harder it rained. By the time I got the three trees in the ground, I was soaked to the bone. But, hey, at least it was done.

Roughly 10 minutes after we came inside, the rain stopped. The sky is clearing off and it's even possible the sun may peek through. God is having a nice chuckle. I guess I like making Him laugh. It's a whole lot better than ticking Him off, I reckon.