It’s a case of animals starting to pair up in Spokane. If anybody’s building an ark, I have yet to hear it, but we’re more than soggy. I don’t think I’ve seen such a spate of rainy weather since we’ve been here. And our stripped front lawn? We’re in trouble. Our neighbor’s weeds are proliferating like crazy, and it’s too boggy to run the tiller. We’d planned to get a truckload of mulch, and put down weedcloth, and maybe kill a little of what’s going on, but it’s too much. Now Jane’s coming down sick with something, and there’s so much to do, and I’ve got to get out there and rake the area I hit with the mattock, because in all the rain, the dandelions I got out are trying to re-root. Quel mess!