I don’t have time to work in the garden on days that I have physical therapy. I came home, fixed lunch, and was sitting at the table on the porch when I realized the air wasn’t very hot. The sun was behind clouds. I changed shoes and went out to cut the shoots from the base of the Wicked Wisteria. I’ve had to do this several times already this year and was hoping I wouldn’t have to do it again. Up close, I could see that it was way past due. Heaven knows I don’t want that wicked thing to expand even more! Thunder was in the background, and soon it began to sprinkle. I kept cutting those shoots as the rain fell on my back. Actually, it felt quite nice. I quit when the thunder got closer, having finished what I set out to do.

It was lovely to get a cold drink and relax on the porch. Lightning hit not far away, and then wind whipped around. It blew rain to the middle of the table, leaving droplets on my glasses, as well as the phone and laptop. I might have retreated inside if it had gotten any more violent. That’s when daughter Kate called to chat. While we talked, the sun came out shortly before it went behind the western mountain. The storm cooled things off, though it was quite humid. Droplets on the table were still visible a couple of hours later. I am inordinately pleased to have done a garden job on a day I didn’t expect to do anything useful.