Yay. Rain is good. You know why rain is good? Because it provides my gardens with fresh water, not iron-rich sprinkler water from the well at our house. I've seen what the water does to my dog's formerly-grey water bowl. It's now tinted brown inside. I think he's pissed off at me for not replacing it yet, because he prefers to drink from Autumn's water bowl upstairs. Imagine, that's what the water's doing to our insides too. Mmmmm. Yummy iron.

Anyway, I can deal with the fact that every driver in Chicago forgets how to drive when the pavement gets wet and gets scared and slows down to about 25 mph on the expressways, given that my plants are getting much-needed nourishment.

I'm such a giving person, yet I ask little in return.

Only that the broccoli and carrots nourish me later in the season. And the pineapple sage and honeydew melon sage bushes that I just planted too. They're basically sticks right now, but supposedly grow to like 3-4 feet high and 3-4 feet wide. That's a lot of leaves to dry and use as herbs. Oh yeah, and I also ask that the flowers allow me to relax in a garden-retreat type of situation whenever I need it.

I like my gardens. I wish I didn't have to leave them eventually, especially for a non-garden-loving apartment situation.