Saturday, March 25, 2023

Braving the Weather

Of course the rain came right at 9 am just as the spring meeting for our community garden was called to order under bare branches and leaden skies. We had been warned to dress appropriately, and, as the gardeners we were, we complied, gathering in our duck boots and wellies, fleece and flannel, and slickers, with umbrellas at the ready. 

Even so, standing in the ever more drenching downpour, at first clear evidence of how hale and hearty we all were, became uncomfortable and then disheartening. There were grumbles in the ranks behind me, folks missing the virtual meetings of the early pandemic years, and I confess that I had shaken my head, too, and maybe even cussed, as I had headed up to the garden in what was only a light mist then. 

But 30 minutes after we started, we were finished, and the mandatory work session that follows our spring and fall meetings was canceled, with no make-up for any gardeners who braved the rain. Those who stayed warm and dry would be assigned an extra workday, perhaps on a mild summer morning, but we rain-soaked attendees were free to go, our obligation met.

1 comment:

  1. It really is impossible to garden in the pouring rain. I love the way you described your shifting mood, "at first clear evidence of how hale and hearty we all were, became uncomfortable and then disheartening."

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