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Independence, MO —
I just mowed 8 acres of dead grass. The grass didn’t need mowing but for some reason, weeds thrive during a drought.
If I won the lottery, which I never will, because I never play, I’d install an irrigation system so all of this grass would stay green until the first frost. I never understood my grandparents and parents obsession with the weather, but I absolutely get it now.
When we get a spurt of rain, checking the rain gauge is like checking your numbers for the lottery. Who knew we’d get so excited about even an inch of rain.
Cornfields surround us and even though they appear to be OK, I can’t imagine being a farmer and having to depend on Mother Nature to ensure job security. All of that hard work could be wiped away, depending on the weather. It would be a thankless job, and I have to admit, when I was little and someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was to be a farmer.
Even though we’re keeping the garden watered, the pepper plants seem to be wilting away. Thank goodness the tomatoes and cucumbers seem to like the heat.
Typically by now we’ve fished the pond at least a couple times a week, but I just can’t bring myself to play the game of catch and release with the water level so low. The 20-year accumulation of fish have to be so crowded they are bumping into each other, and I’m sure every cast would land one of them, but when they’re thrown back, they may have lost their place. I feel sorry for them, and I’m sure the last thing they want to deal with right now is a hook in the mouth. At least we haven’t seen any fish that have given up the fight to survive, although it seems we’re being overrun with raccoons, so they might be cleaning up the banks at night.
The rose bushes came alive early this year and were blooming like crazy. Now, even with watering, only a quarter of the bush has roses on it. All of my potted plants are either suffering from too much heat or too much water, as I seem to be obsessed with giving them drinks.
My one “go to” plant, which a friend introduced me to some years ago by giving me a bag of bulbs, is thriving. When the weather turned warm in March, I planted cannas all over the place and they don’t seem to care about the weather. I can’t imagine how many bulbs I’m going to find when I dig them up in the fall.
With virtually no snowfall this winter and now very little rain, I hope folks who will be celebrating Fourth of July will think twice about shooting off fireworks, as it could produce more than just an instant of colorful light in the sky.
Next year I’m thinking about investing in cactus, just to be on the safe side.
I just mowed 8 acres of dead grass. The grass didn’t need mowing but for some reason, weeds thrive during a drought.
If I won the lottery, which I never will, because I never play, I’d install an irrigation system so all of this grass would stay green until the first frost. I never understood my grandparents and parents obsession with the weather, but I absolutely get it now.
When we get a spurt of rain, checking the rain gauge is like checking your numbers for the lottery. Who knew we’d get so excited about even an inch of rain.
Cornfields surround us and even though they appear to be OK, I can’t imagine being a farmer and having to depend on Mother Nature to ensure job security. All of that hard work could be wiped away, depending on the weather. It would be a thankless job, and I have to admit, when I was little and someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was to be a farmer.
Even though we’re keeping the garden watered, the pepper plants seem to be wilting away. Thank goodness the tomatoes and cucumbers seem to like the heat.
Typically by now we’ve fished the pond at least a couple times a week, but I just can’t bring myself to play the game of catch and release with the water level so low. The 20-year accumulation of fish have to be so crowded they are bumping into each other, and I’m sure every cast would land one of them, but when they’re thrown back, they may have lost their place. I feel sorry for them, and I’m sure the last thing they want to deal with right now is a hook in the mouth. At least we haven’t seen any fish that have given up the fight to survive, although it seems we’re being overrun with raccoons, so they might be cleaning up the banks at night.
The rose bushes came alive early this year and were blooming like crazy. Now, even with watering, only a quarter of the bush has roses on it. All of my potted plants are either suffering from too much heat or too much water, as I seem to be obsessed with giving them drinks.
My one “go to” plant, which a friend introduced me to some years ago by giving me a bag of bulbs, is thriving. When the weather turned warm in March, I planted cannas all over the place and they don’t seem to care about the weather. I can’t imagine how many bulbs I’m going to find when I dig them up in the fall.
With virtually no snowfall this winter and now very little rain, I hope folks who will be celebrating Fourth of July will think twice about shooting off fireworks, as it could produce more than just an instant of colorful light in the sky.
Next year I’m thinking about investing in cactus, just to be on the safe side.
