It poured all of last night and today. It was a soaking and puddling rain, the sort that overflows gutters on not-so-well engineered streets, and overwhelms the storm sewers. Plenty of red 'mud' was flowing from bare or lightly vegetated areas, hardly a good reflection on any anti-erosion efforts.
It wasn't a day for my gardening companion to move more leaves (he's determined to get the pile delivered by the city distributed before we leave for winter traveling).
Nor was it a day to harvest lettuce, cilantro, or French sorrel, all of which still look good.
But it was a day to think about projects to come, gardens to plants, and encouraging other gardeners.
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