Dumping the Rain Gauge

Tuesday’s child is full of woe. Or so the saying goes. I was born on a Tuesday. Or so I’m told. But I was a happy child and always wondered why I was supposed to be full of woe. I figured I could fulfill the expectation, and be a true child of Tuesday, or I could fight and choose to be woe-less. I can’t say I’ve always been successful choosing woe-less-ness, but it has always been my intent.

Tuesday is the day in the garden that I dump the rain gauge, unclipping it from its bracket, and tossing the water over the fence. The gauge allows me to know if the garden has had enough water for the week. It seems a minimally important priority in such a wet climate, and I count on one hand the times I’ve had to back up the heavens with my hose, but it is nice to keep track of the rainfall. And to have a ritual…a day with a reminder.

Dumping the rain gauge reminds me to post. On Tuesday I clear out the accumulating rainwater, and expect in the following week to watch the gauge refill, to whatever level the heavens decree. And on Tuesday I toss my thoughts over the fence here at Kiss the Garden, and wait for what the heavens decree for the coming week.
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This child of Tuesday will Kiss the Garden whether life lessons are green or brown, loam or mud, lush or scraggly.

(Scouts honor...)
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