Not looking for pity here but ...
Morning started before I awoke with a low of 43 - there go the blooms for today.
Well let's eat breakfast outside on the deck - temps barely climb to 60 and we have full cloud cover with a strong breeze - we eat inside.
This will be a great day to sift soil for the new bed - as I walk out the door the sun burns a hole through the clouds. I slather on sun screen and dolf my broad brimmed hat and go to work. The sun at 8,000 feet is like those radiant cookers you see in Gyros places. The breeze is gone, I cook.
Speaking of cooking, my wife has spatchcocked a chicken, rubbed it all over with olive oil and salt and peppered it. Temperatures in the mid seventies and no breeze, out comes the kettle cooker and I load up the chimney starter with hardwood mesquite charcoal and light her up.
Now I have been prone to exaggeration at times but I swear on my most expensive daylily that as the wad of news paper in the bottom of the chimney starter catches it begins to rain very lightly. I am going to have mesquite charcoaled chicken come ... better not say it the way the day has gone. This is one of those typical New Mexico five minute rains that amounts to nothing right? Wrong! It rains lightly and continually for two hours straight and I stand there in my raincoat for two hours straight holding an umbrella over the cooker. We get .21 inches of rain. The cloud never moves.
Low tonight - 43 degrees, there go the blooms for tomorrow.
And that's the weather in my garden.
Charley
The chicken was very good.
