Where I come from, rain is a good thing?

The first thing that crossed my mind when I woke yesterday morning was, "oh no! It's raining!" I was not worried about getting soaked as I made the trek to Fairmart, nor was I concerned about the general cold and wetness of the outdoors. All I could think of was how was this going to affect our garden??? In my mind's eye I envisioned all our hard work from weeding on Friday going down the drain. I have convinced myself that the weeds have gremlin-like qualities and are going to return with a vengeance in the previously de-weeded area.  

It is strange how much having this garden has affected me.  I find myself wondering and worrying about this little piece of land; we haven't even planted seeds yet! I was not expecting this little project to become such a big part of my life but my mind keeps wondering back to Carlton Street.  I keep trying to find time slots in my day when I can wonder over. I have group projects, meetings, papers and studying to do all within the span of four days and yet I just want to be at the garden.  Like Kingsolver and Courtney both said, I feel a strange attachment to this garden and just want it to be successful!