Pissing In A Desert

There is a first time for everything and I have been watering some plants. Normally I would only do that for the newly planted or the roadside vegetable garden if it seemed appropriate.

I am still quite impressed with the resilience of the Tall Flower Meadow in the face of excruciating dry, but some of my baby trees and shrubberies were looking stressed. They have been getting drinks with a one gallon milk jug. My garden does not have water spigots and hoses. There was never a need.

Now there is a need and little I can do about it.

Life goes on. Hiding in the forest is one of my rarest wild flowers, Gentiana saponaria, Soapwort Gentian. I don't think it is a rare plant. I just only have one of them that I have found.

There is no rain in the extended diagnosis. The best I can hope for is an unforeseen random popup shower. The only good thing about the current conditions is that it has been mostly cloudy and way cooler. That will cut the ongoing water loss significantly. There isn't much water left to lose.

The Great Lawn is still green which tells you how wet the soil in the crease of my garden normally is and that my lawn doesn't really have much in the way of grass.

How dry is it? About twenty feet long and spreading in both directions.

My gravel driveway gets to be a real pain when it is dry. There isn't enough stick without moisture to keep the gravel in place. It takes some speed and wheel spinning to get to the top.

Despite the dry, a blue froth continues to sweep through the gardens.

Blue and yellow is the current dominant color scheme. The reds of autumn are beginning to filter in.

Three days in a row I have stood on the back porch and launched water over the driest slope in the garden with the only outdoor hose I have. It's like pissing in the desert. The ground is still parched and some things have flat out refused to unwilt.

Oh well. It can't hurt and this morning I got a double hosebow.