Okay, so it’s been rainy here in Little Rhody. Very rainy. According to the weather geeks, we had just three clear days in April and May, and so far this month, we haven’t done much better. It’s been cool, too, with temperatures averaging 3.5 degrees below normal. Yesterday, the sun was coming through the fog, but today we are back to the usual.

A tree reflected in a giant puddle in front of our house

That said, there’s precious little any of us can do about the weather, although some people seem to think that the more they complain the sooner it’ll clear up. I watched an unintentionally funny news story last week, which explored the possibility that people were actually becoming clinically depressed from all the rain. They even interviewed a psychiatrist, who I could tell was thinking, “These news people must be really desperate.”

Yes, the tomatoes are sulking and some of their leaves are turning yellow. The eggplants aren’t happy, either. But our lawns are looking like they belong in Ireland, and our public reservoirs are being replenished. The trees are loving the rain, too, as long as they aren’t sitting in it.  Mosquitoes are up, but deer flies and horse flies are down. There’s no beach traffic so we can actually get from A to B without elaborate logistical planning.  I transplanted some volunteer seedlings yesterday, and they are looking  perky this morning.

My incredibly green lawn

I guess the secret to enjoying life is adapting to whatever it throws at you – in this case, water – lots of water.