Wednesday, Jun. 19, 2002
Dear Diary:

Well, with our record rainfall the paddies are well flooded and we're going to have a bumper crop of rice this year.

Hey.

Wait a minute.

We don't grow rice.

HOLY CRAP ON A STICK, BATMAN, THAT'S MY DAFFODIL MEADOW!

Yep, Murphy's Law--whatever can go wrong WILL go wrong--is kicking my butt up and down the mountain this year. I went out last night to check up on the nursery beds I have for daffodil and narcissus bulbs down at the lower end of the meadow and to my horror I found they've been flooded, probably for days.

Even worse, the bulb leaves were yellowing, a sign that they were preparing to go to the Big Compost Heap In The Sky. So I told the spousal unit that to save them we have to dig them up, and hang them to dry.

The first daffodil nursery bed after we'd dug it up.  What a nightmare, eh.It's a hard slog, working in mud so soft that you sink more than half ways up your boot each time you shift your foot. Just lifting a foot out of that quicksand like guck took A LOT of effort. We only managed to get one of the nursery beds dug when the skies opened up on us yet again.

I mean, really, we were overdue for rain.

It had been two, three hours since the last shower.

"You'll let me know when we're having fun, right?" was the spousal unit's only comment.

He is a brave, brave buckaroo.

One nursery bed yielded a wheelbarrow's worth of bulbs. A rough count shows that there's over 700 bulbs from that bed alone, with two more beds to be dug up.

That dripping sound you hear in the background would be my will to live oozing out through my fingertips. Don't mind me. I'll try to be quiet about it.

If the darn raccoons get into these bulbs I WILL be wearing a coonskin hat, eh.As we sheltered in the woodshed waiting for the downpour to pass, Paul looked at the long string of freshly washed, drying bulbs we'd hung up.

"We're going to have to replant all these, aren't we?" he muttered.

Yep, next fall we'll be digging holes eight inches deep, throwing in a few handfuls of bone meal, maybe a dozen bulbs, filling it in ... for oh, say, 2,000 bulbs if the other two nursery beds yield what this one has.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that.

I have to leave the man a scrap of hope, eh.

I've never seen a night rainbow before and it's really one of the most incredible sights.Finally, the rain broke. The sun was going down and as we left the woodshed, we saw a spectacular sight, an evening rainbow.

We've been seeing a lot of them lately.

I guess something good can come from even the worst situations. I'll have to remember to savour those good bits, eh?

--Marn

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