why can't it rain just a little every night?

it would make watering the garden a thing of the past. watering. waking up and watering. well, at least things are growing! Can you see how big our tomatoes are? and snap peas, chard, strawberries and salad greens. it's great! and the weather here has been beautiful for days. At work we are approaching our July 4th deadline. everything must be fabulous. an extreme level of fabulous that seemed unreal to me, until now, that it is my responsibility.... Ah, my first summer on Martha's Vineyard.  The streets and shores here are flooded with the kind of people that make me wince a little at first and then cock my head to the side in confusion. heels on the beach? full make up in the sun, riding a bike? so many 'dudes' in white caps and board shorts. armored SUV's screaming up old single lane dirt roads and me. it's alarming. I'm alarmed. but it's sooo beautiful that the reason the way too rich and used to be famous flock here it vibrant and clear each lovely summer day. I love the islands farminess, it's free spirit and it's community. I love that I can come home and watch my own garden grow- this is the first time for me and it's really something to tend a garden of my own- the rewards are many and the labors are done with love. and I'll protect my plot from the raging urban SUV drivers and wait for September when they all go home.