That’s what my father used to say whenever we’d have a rainy stretch. Never mind he never grew rhubarb. He grew just about everything else though, and he had a green thumb. My love for gardens and gardening came from him for sure.
He’d start his tomatoes down in the basement under lights. Then out they’d go to the cold frame to get hardened off. There were lots of veggies, and a MacIntosh apple tree which produced the tastiest apples, a cherry tree whose bounty was regularly gobbled up by the birds, and wonderful purple and yellow plumbs. Whenever I eat Ontario-grown yellow plumbs today it takes me right back to those days.
All the rains we’ve had this year must be good for the rhubarb. Everything else is thriving too. Here’s a taste of the July garden here at 27th Street.
….and let’s not forget our little veggie patch