I haven't gotten the direct word to build one, but if the rivers running down the campground lanes are an indication, we are about to float away.  Every where one walks, squish, squish, squish.

I used to enjoy the sound of the rain pattering on this motorhome roof, but I am thoroughly tired of THIS symphony!

My Earth Boxes are ready to be planted; new organic potting soil, with good Coast of Maine lobster compost stirred into the mix.  I went to Midway Gardens today, sloshing through the puddles to get to the salesroom, and bought Celebrity and Juliet Tomatoes, Marketmore Cucumbers, two Basil and one Sage plant, and a lonely little zucchini.  Now, if the rain would only STOP, I would plant them!

This time of year, my hands are always a little grimey, no matter what I do.  I can't abide gloves; I need to have my hands in the soil.  I've tried putting soap under my nails before I go out, and if I remember, that helps.  Otherwise, I just look grimey.

My back-of-the-coach garden is ready to burst into bloom:  columbines (pink and a deep magenta), irises, chives, are all budded out.  The lilies have fat buds.  The hollyhocks and lupine are beginning to put out the flowering stalks. 

On the side of the deck, the Bleeding Heart has been in full bloom since we arrived back here, as have the blueberry bushes.  The False Indigo is pushing its way through the Bleeding Heart.

And, speaking of Indigo, I saw the Indigo Bunting again this morning, along with a Hummingbird, and the Nuthatch.  The Goldfinches, of course, are always at the feeders.  Then, I caught sight of a young deer gingerly crossing the meadow.

The latter kept stopping to listen, or sniff, and I think it's because we had a chorus of coyotes in the meadow during the night.  We've seen a coyote in the meadow.

I was a little worried to hear more than one howling last night; I usually walk Snugs in that meadow early in the morning.  I think I could scare off one coyote, but certainly not a pack.  And I know neither Snugs nor I could outrun a determined coyote. 

So this morning, we walked the campground lanes around the rigs here.  We haven't seen any coyote brave enough to be here where there are people, at least not yet.

Have you noticed that life is full of changes?  I mourned the cutting down of the meadow to make more campsites, but we could still walk there, at least.  Now, that is apparently no longer possible.  The meadow has always been a major reason I like this campground.

Thank goodness for Earth Boxes, at least!