At this point, I should just note when it isn’t raining.  The plants and I were reveling in a fine mist this morning.  All kinds of weird mystery squashes are forming, and various varieties of green tomatoes are everywhere.  The meadow is starting to color up, and the flower beds are a rainbow on this wet, cloudy day.  It doesn’t stop Misu the water-cat and me from exploring.  I’ve been hearing tree frogs nearby, and keep hoping some will find my “puddles” and move in.  That, and the ravens moving in closer each day, are all part of my evil plan to “go wild”.