I took these pictures around supper time tonight. The rain is still coming down and you can see how wet it is. The ground between the rows desperately needs rototilling again, but it is would be like trying to 'till a swamp.
I went out there this morning and picked another 20 or so slugs off the dahlias (the row up the center of the picture), and the peas and beans on the right. There were none there at supper time. I can always hope they've drowned.
It was a quagmire between the rows.
Luna snuffled for rabbit poop in the grass, or maybe it was deer poop.
Even that plastic owl that is supposed to be protecting the current bushes looked sad
But Luna is always ready to go in the chicken field, rain or not.
A thing of beauty on a dreary day.