Old is new

It was a typical Father's Day.  It rained, Phil Mickelson came in second in the US open and the girls came over for dinner.  Ordinarily, the rain would be welcome this time of year, but this is no ordinary year.  It would seem this will be a year when the conventional wisdom gets turned on its head.  I will soon be running out of places to continue planting as garden #3 is and will remain too wet to plant for at least another couple of weeks unless it stops raining immediately.  The grass continues to grow no matter how wet it gets and the guy in charge of mowing (yours truly) is about to throw up his hands in disgust.  I have to tip my cap to the growers and mowers who get it done no matter the weather.  For Phil, there is always next year.   It's starting to look that way for gardening also.