It's a little damp...

Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day. It was just a tad on the warm side, but one of those days that I need to get outside for. I didn't have a chance to hop on the bike or go for a run, but I did get out to the garden and give it some sorely-needed attention.

Aside from normal busyness, the garden needed attention because it has been raining off and on (mostly on) for weeks. Some of the tomato and pepper plants actually drowned a few days after being transplanted into the garden. The soil has been too wet for weeding, as I'd just turn everything into a big muddy mess. I'd also run the risk of damaging plants (by slipping into them, damaging roots by stepping too close or pulling out an intertwined weed). And, of course, I'd run the risk of drowning in the garden mud.

When I finally stepped into the garden to pull weeds, I discovered how healthy the weeds were. The crabgrass, in particular, had shot up to a foot tall, and had spread over the entire garden. Fortunately, the ground was still a bit damp, which made the crabgrass, lamb's quarters, rogue mint, and other weeds easier to pull. Still, I only managed to get half of the weeds pulled in the hour or more I spent pulling.

I'm sure there's some sort of metaphorical application to life in all of this, in that the same circumstances that can distract you from "pulling weeds" in your own life also nourish the "weeds", making restoration more difficult and even make starting towards restoration look fruitless because of the magnitude of the task. That'd be awfully deep and clever. But really, this is just a gardener's lament from being locked out of my own garden.

I hope to finish the weeding soon. But wouldn't you know it, it's raining again.