Today’s rain has been pretty relentless. But, no matter how it buckets down, I just can’t stop myself from going out, staring at the garden… and expecting things.
Expecting the reappearance of a plant planted last fall. Is that it? That? No, just another Norway maple seedling. Drat.
Expecting those colour-coordinated tulips I added in 2016 to, well, finally coordinate their colours.
Expecting a call from the compost guys, telling me when the big orange bag will arrive.
Expecting to be able to complete the mental to-do list I’ve been compiling. Whenever it stops raining.
How about you? Are you expecting, too?
[Ed: Our cover shot isn’t of my long-expected garden. It’s a memory of another rainy day in 2011 at the Bloedel Reserve near Seattle.]