Here’s a tree that’s doing well despite the lack of rain. It was here when we arrived–almost two decades ago. It looks like and grows like a maple, the leaves turning bright yellow in fall, with roots above the ground and lots of suckers needing to be cut.
We’re promised rain later today, and the radar shows us covered in green. Fingers crossed.
Last month’s daylily. Something pretty to look at while I recover from a medical concern. Returning Sunday with a fun food post.
We woke to rainy skies this morning, more drizzle than rain. And after a day of promise, the rain gauge shows one-eighth inch. The lawn is still brown, the trees are losing their leaves, but we have storm clouds riding the skies.
Late blooming daylily after a thorough watering. We’re about a foot low on rain, although we’re promised rain on Monday. Or Tuesday, really. Maybe Wednesday…
We’ve had such bad luck with gardening this year. April was too cold. June was too hot. And it’s been plain too dry. We’ve gone from moderate to severe drought, although lots of folks west and north of us have had enough rain to keep going.
It was supposed to rain today. It did. At least, the south windows had a few sprinkles.
Watching our lettuces and Cole crops fail, our cucumbers flower sans fruit, our tomatoes turn black, our eggplant surrender to bugs … Need I continue?
Instead of giving everything over to weeds, we covered each garden bed with black trash bags, held down with bricks. No, we didn’t buy the bricks. We’ve been carrying these around since 2000 when we brought them with us from the Overland Park house. As you can see, they’ve come in handy.
The trash bags will keep the weeds from sprouting and, with the beds covered long enough, may even retard weed germination for the next gardening season. If the drought continues, we’ll just leave things covered.
If the drought continues … let’s hope this isn’t a sign of climate change. We could have floods as easily if the pendulum swing is wild enough. And which is worse?
With the cooler weather, Jim and I have been walking a bit in the evening. Yes, it’s a gravel road, but by the time we get out there, most everybody’s home. Less traffic means less dust.
The other evening–maybe Monday–a new sight astonished us. Speed limit signs. Someone had planted A 35 MPH sign at the corner of our gravel road–running north and south–and the chip-and-seal road– running east and west.
Well, we said to each other, people drive 50 or 60 MPH on that nice chip-and-seal. Sort of dangerous when a car is coming the other way. Can’t always see them over the hill. Although neither of us could imagine driving a mere 35.
But as we turned to head home, we noticed a speed limit sign on OUR gravel road.
We thought about it for a bit, the question being, why 40 MPH on gravel with its potholes and skid-promoting surface, but 35 on smooth, easy to drive chip-and-seal?
The wisdom of the country commissioners? Asked tongue in cheek …
Now here’s the next question. Who will enforce these speed limits? In almost 20 years here, I’ve never seen a police car lurking to ticket miscreants on our country roads.
Oh and that beagle in the middle of the road? Not my dog. He’s one of three following us when we go for walks.
Morning … glory. Quarter inch of rain this morning. So far.
How quickly plans can change! I tried taking a photo of THREE blooms, but one fell off during the ‘arrange to be prettier’ process.
I tried finishing up my outline board for my current work in progress. But first the printer stopped working and then I was hack-attacked. Two days later, and five hours remote chatting with experts, I’m finally back to square one.
No point in working now. I need to go for a walk.
I usually think of August as the Dog Days of Summer. Don’t you? But this year, the heat has moved in way early. We’ve already had three heat advisories and it’s only mid-July.
And just in time to prove my point, here is Juno, hiding from the garden hose as I wander around, trying to make sure all the annuals and tender shrubs get enough water.