But when I finally woke up, I ran to the window like a kid on Christmas morning who is anxious to know if it snowed the night before. Only, I, a gardener with an extra day off in the summer time, was wondering if it had rained or was raining.
When I looked outside, it was clear that it was wet outside, but the rain gauge was nearly empty, so it must have just sprinkled enough to wet everything down a bit. I stood there for a minute looking out at the garden, wondering if these sprinkles were the end of the rain or the beginning of the rain. Should I plan to work out in the garden, or plan to continue cleaning inside?
It was clear that I surely needed to do both, At mid-summer, purslane was once again making its best attempt to become the number one crop in my vegetable garden and the thistle plants were scaring all the perennials in Plopper's Field, or so it seemed to me. Inside, I'd drug in enough leaves and bits of grass on my shoes over the last few days that I almost had enough to start an indoor compost pile.
As I stood there, looking out at the garden, considering my options, I noticed something hanging from a low branch of the locust tree. Curious about what it was, I ventured out to take a closer look.
It was a green bandana.
I stood and stared, almost not believing that it was really there. I had hoped for so many years, wondered through season after season if it would ever happen to me. Yet, there it was, hanging in the tree. I had always thought I'd get the green bandana in the mail, or someone would just give me one. I never dreamed it would just show up in my garden like that, tied to a branch of the locust tree.
My spirits lifted immediately. This was going to be a grand and glorious day, regardless of the rain. This was going to be a day I would circle on my calendar and look back on with fondness.
For today, the green bandana was hanging on a tree in my garden.
Yes, finally, I had my invitation to join The Green Bandana Garden Club!
Let the fun begin.