'Tis the season for doggie raincoats, it is! It's usually hot and sunny in Central Texas by now so maybe I am out of order with all the "Tis the season" jazz but there is nothing quite as refreshing and hopeful as a good spring rain. I like to pretend it is a common occurrence. I imagine the roots of my tomatoes and peppers all swelling with delight and happily absorbing copious amounts of nutrients. They look happy out there. In fact, they look so happy out there that I had to go see what all the garden hubbub and murmuring was about.
I felt like I was in a multi-patient delivery suite. The tomato mamas are all pushing their babies out. I see round little crowns peaking from below the leaves on every tomato plant back there. The Azoychka pulled a fast one on me. I thought she would bear large yellow beefsteak fruit but instead it looks like her offspring will be just slightly larger than cherry-tomato size. The Cherokee is, once again, putting all the other ladies to shame. Her fruit is large and abundant and nearly ready for the table (sorry tomato-baby, don't be too scared).
The rain has washed away enough topsoil to reveal the zinnia seedlings. They've sprouted after just a week. I'm already regretting not having planted more. Tomorrow maybe. And isn't that how gardening goes? There is always tomorrow and it's going to be beautiful when it gets here. Here's to your tomorrow, may it be ever fruitful and abundant. May your tomatoes thrive and your flowers bloom. Have a good weekend!