It’s supposed to rain on and off for the next week or so and I am nervously watching the garden. It couldn’t be better timing, of course. Get the garden in and let the rains come. But I’m still nervous for the transplants. I want to run out there every five minutes and whisper words of encouragement to the tomatoes.
Oh, tomatoes, I have faith that you will grow and make something of yourselves.
Tiny Cat Pants 
I’m whispering to mine tonight, too. They’re not in the ground yet but I’ve begun hardening them off. I’m still unsure whether I should leave them outdoors. Just the thought of hail … oh, hell, I think I’d better bring them in!
I know they’ll do fine, but I’m still nervous.
if your tomatoes should die, I know a source of more tomatoes… thousands in fact… volunteers from last year… take heart!
The rain, she cometh again! I hope my freshy-planted mint perks up. I’ve got to post pics of all my roses for you… but perhaps I should wait ’til they’re all blooming.