I think if I climbed up into our tree-house and stretched to the tips of my toes I could just about reach the clouds. It’s as gray as can be.
We managed to spread most of the 9 yards of mulch we had delivered on Monday over the past two evenings, finishing up last night just as the warning droplets started to fall.
This garden is about 40 feet long, and a good bit of it is shaded by the Japanese Maple. Over the past few years we’ve cleared out gnarly evergreens, poison ivy, and a tangle of weeds. We add flowers and herbs to it a bit at a time, as we can. Each year there’s a little less mulch and we inch our way closer to the riot of color I see in my mind. That these gray days help move that vision along may be their only redeeming quality.