Sunday, May 4, 2025

Heavy work, light rain

 The wonders of Georgia: It’s May, and we’re covering the tender plants to protect them from cold. Overnight lows are supposed to reach the 40s.

The Texas boy within me can’t quite believe it.

The cold front came with heavy mist, gentle drizzle and light rain. I was in the woodlot, pulling up English ivy. Getting rid of ivy is heavy work, and the cooler weather was nice. The mosquitoes, which came in clouds the day before, were absent. I’d forgotten how nice it is to work outdoors in light rain.

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