We live in a tower by a park by the Lake and despite all the water around us, walking on the lawn last night was like tramping through rice crispies. Unlike the west and the east, we have been without rain but today it is to come.
When I gardened muchly and was less urban, though not less urbane, you would wait for days like this to save the spuds, revive the first few beet leaves. One very poor summer, I lay on the deck waiting for a promised day of soak. In the end there was less than a minute of large plopping drops. The rest evaporated before it hit the ground. It would be tough to be a farmer in a year like that.
Comments
Chris Taylor - June 7, 2005 3:47 PM
Yeah I'm a little cheesed too. They forecast T-storms for Sunday and Monday, and I didn't get one drop -- let alone towering cumulonimbus anvil-heads of doom. Meanwhile Wednesday was supposed to be good all day (so I planned a visit to a vineyard)... now they're forecasting rain for Wednesday afternoon. =(
Alan - June 7, 2005 4:05 PM
Which vinyard? Don't let the beer blog fool you. I am a former (pre-kid) cellar owner as well as a man who used to own 200 grape vines. See this post for proof and mockery of that proof.
Chris Taylor - June 7, 2005 4:30 PM
Heh I probably would have liked the homegrown Chateau Rustico. =) Weather permitting, I'll be bumbling around the Pelham Estate in St. Catharines. I'm no oenophile, but I've heard it's an interesting visit and they are a pretty consistent vintner.
Alan - June 7, 2005 5:35 PM
I fine vintage with more than a whiff of jaw breaker mixed with a brazen dollop of suck of lemon. Henry of Pelham is a great visit. I had a ball cap from there which a guy from PEI thought said "Henry of PEI ham".