I wish I had a couple of bucks for every time I complained about the lack of rain. So much for April showers. Did it even rain once in the last month?

To top it off, the past few days of hot, humid tropical weather put me close to the edge. I have been watering like a mad woman. I do feel somewhat secure that this past winter’s snow did add significantly to the water table. The baby seedlings, however, are parched every afternoon.

Grass seed, in particular, and all seeds in general cannot be allowed to dry out before they germinate. But the baby weeds seem to come right along. What’s up with that?

For the last couple of weeks I meant to comment on the lovely stands of daffodils up and down North Road. Now, sadly, they have gone by for another year. They are replaced by several ancient apple trees along the stone walls. I wonder if our forebears planted them or if the seeds were dropped by birds long ago?

There are also many dogwoods along the roads and in the woods. These are the original Cornus florida varieties, not the kousas.

Supposedly the floridas have some sort of disease and are not readily available any longer in the local nurseries. No matter, the wild ones are welcome additions to the May landscape.

I covet people’s ground phlox. I never seem able to keep a big patch going. Several folks along Skiff avenue have nice ones. Nothing compares to the person on the Edgartown Road with a large retaining wall simply dripping with them.

My Virginia bluebells are in full bloom. They jump around each year so I’ve acquired quite a few of them. They are so interesting — lovely foliage, pink buds and then the sudden switch to bluebells.

I started both onions and leeks from seed in January. They are so much healthier than the ones purchased as plants. I planted several bunches of them and they do not seem happy, whereas my seedlings are almost scallion size.

The lily of the valley are showing their adorable selves. Good thing they are so nice in May. They are pretty dismal and sad by August — all brown and ugly. Don’t forget, they are poisonous so keep an eye on the kiddos!

Last Friday I went to the chiropractor. I remarked that I either had Lyme disease or was too old and tired to live. He said all of his patients said the same thing this week. Guess we are all full on in summer-tourist-season-rapidly-approaching-mode!

I lost my container of pea, carrot and beet seeds. I told Violet that I had looked everywhere for them. She said, “Well, Mame, you haven’t looked everywhere.” Yikes, she might be just like me.

Wow, another earthquake in Nepal and terrifying tornadoes in Texas. I hope I’ll keep my vow to stop complaining about every little inconvenience for a few weeks at least. I never seem able to be grateful for long. I’m the person who will most likely cut you off in traffic leaving the church parking lot.

I’m taking a break from politics. I’m disgusted with the Republican field of presidential hopefuls. What’s worse is that people actually believe them and will vote against their own best interests. Plus, we have to endlessly relive Benghazi and now the Bin Laden raid.

Do I even care about an under-inflated football? Oh, I forgot. Football is our national religion. Have mercy!