A slight rain, on and off, but it doesn’t keep me from working
outside. There’s a chance we might get real rain on Sunday, so I
want to get my rock raised before its hole fills with water again.
There’s a water strider on the pond.
The two wild ginger plants I tested last year are sprouting, so
they made it through the winter. I’ll buy some more this year.
Smoky sunshine. Our lack of rain has given rise to grass fires,
even in the swampy flats of the Minnesota River. The river bottoms
smolder. Their damp smoke scrapes the back of my throat.