In expectation of squall lines, some of us have been tying stuff up. Just wish when the rain came it did so politely, rather than with fanfare and alarm. It's a kind of "Hello, I'm Back!" and things can get drowned, which is why some of us have been undoing some of those careful, moisture retaining bowls we spent so many happy hours building.
The Compost Piles too, are what they call "over watered." Which I think means
they are pretty much down to anaerobic cesspools. Now I guess I could try one of
those products designed for the septic tank, but for one reason or another I get
great pleasure from turning the Compost Piles over while whispering sweet
nothings to them. It's the padded room soon, I tell you.