Jun. 2nd, 2010 12:04 pm
I love it when it rains in the summertime
The most delightful thing about Monday's thunderstorm was that it struck about mid-afternoon. I mean, sucks big-time for all the barbecuers, but at least you didn't have the usual problem of midday sun converting all the precip into stifling humidity. When I finally made my way out of Sidetrack, it could not have been more gorgeous. The whole world felt refreshed.
Yesterday evening when I came home, I took the long way round so I could check on our plants. The dwarf iris are not going to make it. The woodruff is absolutely thriving in some spots and holding on in others; one or two plants have been ripped up, whether by hoodlums or mutts, I couldn't say. All but one of the myrtle plants is flourishing, though I'm still impatient for the runners to reach the ground and begin propagating. And the ninebark has doubled in size since we planted it. Hopefully, the fencing
monshu bought will keep the dogs from pissing on it, but if not we always have the airgun solution...
In any case, there was a surprise waiting for me in the front yard: slick sidewalks. Couldn't possibly be rainwater from the day before, but who on earth would be watering the lawn immediately after a good natural soaking? That's right, Crazy Neighbour Lady! I ran into her just inside the gate dragging the sprinkler back after a scolding from the Cubs fan next door. Later, as the Old Man and I were finishing up dinner on the deck, we heard another neighbour come down the stairs and spray his garden plot for about three minutes before heading back up. "What is wrong with these people?" I asked him. I mean, I almost watered on Sunday, but then I decided to hold off a little longer in the hopes that Mother Nature would take care of it for me and, lo and behold, it did.
Last night, we had yet another rainstorm. I can't wait to get home and see if my neighbours have taken this a cue that it's time to water again.
Yesterday evening when I came home, I took the long way round so I could check on our plants. The dwarf iris are not going to make it. The woodruff is absolutely thriving in some spots and holding on in others; one or two plants have been ripped up, whether by hoodlums or mutts, I couldn't say. All but one of the myrtle plants is flourishing, though I'm still impatient for the runners to reach the ground and begin propagating. And the ninebark has doubled in size since we planted it. Hopefully, the fencing
In any case, there was a surprise waiting for me in the front yard: slick sidewalks. Couldn't possibly be rainwater from the day before, but who on earth would be watering the lawn immediately after a good natural soaking? That's right, Crazy Neighbour Lady! I ran into her just inside the gate dragging the sprinkler back after a scolding from the Cubs fan next door. Later, as the Old Man and I were finishing up dinner on the deck, we heard another neighbour come down the stairs and spray his garden plot for about three minutes before heading back up. "What is wrong with these people?" I asked him. I mean, I almost watered on Sunday, but then I decided to hold off a little longer in the hopes that Mother Nature would take care of it for me and, lo and behold, it did.
Last night, we had yet another rainstorm. I can't wait to get home and see if my neighbours have taken this a cue that it's time to water again.
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Sorry about the Irises, ours (non Dwarf) have bloomed and gone for the season - glorious blue and vivid purple as the came up and bloomed.