-but the market tent has definitely seen better days. A few drops were falling as a customer buys a a melon and some cucumbers...I saw the new mower in the yard - parked. Will is over there weed-eating around the beehives. I thought (briefly) that maybe i should drive the mower under the carport. But no. I've been using the leaf blower on it, but it has dirt that won't come off with the blower. And besides, yesterday Will got it stuck in the pond. So there's mud too. So I thought, well, let a little rain wash it off, and I'll get over there with a towel, and just wipe it down. ok. Here's another one for the Department of 'HA-HA'! I mean, the sky didn't look particularly threatening, and i didn't hear any thunder (although I think the dogs and cats did, who wanted in the house in the worst way), and it really looked like a little summer afternoon rain, nothing more. This is where the 'ha ha' comes in. The little drops turned into big drops, then sheets of rain, then more rain, then Will and I were both soaking wet and in the carport. I swear the sun was out in the west, and the clouds were not much to speak of. But this went on for, oh, maybe an hour and a half! pouring rain. Maybe two inches, I don't know. (we forgot to empty the rain gauge, so you can only judge by random buckets and things out in the yard). Here is picture of how unassuming it looked from the front porch:
See? you can hardly even see those little fat drops. The market tent was filling up with water. What this means is, big pools of rain are collecting on all four sides, in big pockets on the roof of the tent. Somebody has to get out there with a broom and heave-ho, dumping the water off of each corner from underneath. Either that, or the whole thing may collapse. I ran out there and did the honors.
It looked like it was letting up. But the more I pushed with the broom, the heavier the rain got. Then there was a clap of thunder. Not me, I thought. I'm not going down this way, holding a broom under the market tent and getting struck by lightening. I ran back to the house and ran dripping through the house out the other end to the carport. Just to let everyone know, the animals know how to spend their time during a storm:
Of course, the black cat has to go into the workshop, because the red cat won't tolerate it's presence. Back to the storm: In the driveway, I find Will vigorously washing the car in the pouring rain! He had done the mower, and moved on to the vehicles. ok. Well, lots of excellent rinsing going on. The tent, meanwhile, is filling up with water again. I got sick to death of running out there and pushing upwards with the broom. By this time, the roof of the tent was ripping along the seams as I pushed the water out. oh well. The tent has had a long and happy life. Its still good for keeping out the sun, right? ...At long last, the rain stopped. I believe (and this from the radar on the tv) the storm just formed over us and stayed there; a red blob - for more than an hour. I wasn't too worried about the melons and vegetables. But they were now all layed on on soaked and nasty tablecloths, and the scale and money box and other stuff were in a big pile covered with very wet dishrags. yuk.
So i gathered clean towels and rags and trudged out to wipe down each squash, every tomato. Rolled the melons aside one by one, pushing the tablecloth aside. You have to clean up. I mean, you don't want the customers to think you're a slob now, do you?
In my opinion, vegetables look even more beautiful after a good rain.
We were out sitting with our coffee this morning, talking about getting the front field cut for hay. It's a tricky business. When the hay gets baled, you better be darned sure you have a couple of days of dry weather coming up...or all you get is moldy bales that have to sit in the field. maybe forever. good thing the guy didn't show up this morning.
See? you can hardly even see those little fat drops. The market tent was filling up with water. What this means is, big pools of rain are collecting on all four sides, in big pockets on the roof of the tent. Somebody has to get out there with a broom and heave-ho, dumping the water off of each corner from underneath. Either that, or the whole thing may collapse. I ran out there and did the honors. 
It looked like it was letting up. But the more I pushed with the broom, the heavier the rain got. Then there was a clap of thunder. Not me, I thought. I'm not going down this way, holding a broom under the market tent and getting struck by lightening. I ran back to the house and ran dripping through the house out the other end to the carport. Just to let everyone know, the animals know how to spend their time during a storm:
Of course, the black cat has to go into the workshop, because the red cat won't tolerate it's presence. Back to the storm: In the driveway, I find Will vigorously washing the car in the pouring rain! He had done the mower, and moved on to the vehicles. ok. Well, lots of excellent rinsing going on. The tent, meanwhile, is filling up with water again. I got sick to death of running out there and pushing upwards with the broom. By this time, the roof of the tent was ripping along the seams as I pushed the water out. oh well. The tent has had a long and happy life. Its still good for keeping out the sun, right? ...At long last, the rain stopped. I believe (and this from the radar on the tv) the storm just formed over us and stayed there; a red blob - for more than an hour. I wasn't too worried about the melons and vegetables. But they were now all layed on on soaked and nasty tablecloths, and the scale and money box and other stuff were in a big pile covered with very wet dishrags. yuk. 
So i gathered clean towels and rags and trudged out to wipe down each squash, every tomato. Rolled the melons aside one by one, pushing the tablecloth aside. You have to clean up. I mean, you don't want the customers to think you're a slob now, do you?
In my opinion, vegetables look even more beautiful after a good rain.
We were out sitting with our coffee this morning, talking about getting the front field cut for hay. It's a tricky business. When the hay gets baled, you better be darned sure you have a couple of days of dry weather coming up...or all you get is moldy bales that have to sit in the field. maybe forever. good thing the guy didn't show up this morning.
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