With the rain came all our grandkids: a side benefit of weather not conducive to gardening.

We do not have fancy toys. We don’t have a finished house. We do have baby birds and fascinating tools, like grain grinders. Happy the grands like to be here with us.

Fishing opener and all I got was a Norther Pike that got off before I landed her and a huge sunnie that got off because the Northern bit halfway through my line. A rare thing, fine as a beetle’s wing.

Toads spring from the muck. Ducks go into egg overdrive. Michael makes tortillas for bean and dandelion crown burritos.

We dig gardens. We start seeds.

And spread the gospel of rhubarb.