Today is Flag Day across the U.S.A. Unfortunately, the many people who ensured their flags were out to honor the holiday, will not find them flapping or unfurled in the breeze, but, instead the flags are hanging limply since they are soaking wet.

As I write this post, there is still another torrential rain storm going on out there – the third one today, and wicked weather is nearly at our doorstep.

The rain wreaked havoc once again with my walk. I heard the pitter patter of raindrops on the patio roof which quickly morphed into a steady downpour.   It woke me up just moments before the alarm went off. Angrily I shut off the alarm and the back-up alarm, and rolled over where I quickly fell into a deep sleep and didn’t wake up ‘til 9:30 which is very late for me. I bolted out of bed when I saw the time and quickly peered out the door to see gray skies but no rain. I got dressed, took out the garbage and ran the car. I was sorely tempted to go back and change into my walking shoes to head out for a quick walk, but, I felt guilty when I saw all those weeds that have sprouted in the mulch. Mother Nature is mischievous because I am sure those rain clouds not only contain water, but Miracle-Gro as well. Those maple and elm seedlings have just gone wild since my last weed-pulling session. Sigh. I resigned myself that I’d just hang out close to home and pull some weeds since they’d be easy to grab in the moist mulch, but, before I could get a bucket to throw the weeds into, the rain started back again – at first, a few drops, then a downpour. Disgusted, I shut the garage door and headed back inside.

So far, I’m not too impressed with the Spring weather. We waited so long for the cold Winter to finally finish up, then Spring was a late arrival and it’s been a sopping mess most of May and thus far in June. Tomorrow half of June is over. Next Sunday is the first day of Summer and then sadly the daylight hours will begin to shorten as we head toward Winter (gulp).

As if I didn’t already recognize that the days are slipping by, and likewise my walking goal of 500 miles by December 31^st looks to be in peril, I went to the mailbox yesterday to find a 2016 National Wildlife Federation calendar. I quickly put it aside – not only is it bad luck to open next year’s calendar in the current year, but I’m sure not ready to think that far in advance.

Dealing with the present is bad enough sometimes.