And Now, The Weather

While we were sleeping.......it rained.  Not the all out thunderstorms, accompanied by lightening and golf ball sized hail that much of the east coast got.  Just rain.  I didn't even hear it.

But when I walked outside this morning the garden was wet, the soil was dark and the leaves were glistening.
That was me you saw down on her knees singing Halleluia.

In vegetable news, the peas are holding on, in this weather I know not how.  The raspberries are ripe, we have hail size onions,  the beans and edamame are flowering and the watermelon is wandering about and thinking about climbing up the fence.  And I spied a tomato.

Two more days of work and then we'll find ourselves in another garden.  This one belongs to our friends Sarah and Mary.  They own a teeny tiny 1860 pink farmhouse that was transplanted onto an equally small triangular corner in Washington D.C. many years ago. This is their first spring/ summer here and the little garden is a constant source of delight.

They will be married under a chuppah.  I'll get to make 2 bridal bouquets and a "halo" for Sarah's 5 year old daughter Parker. There will be the usual cast of female rugby players, many doctors, family of the brides, children and a florist and her GF.

 Love is a many splendored thing.  As is marriage equality.