Even though we didn’t get the rain, things have cooled down and the air feels wonderful this morning.
Yesterday I felt a little hint of fall in the air as clouds rolled in and the temperature stayed lower than usual.
Today, with the clear clean sky and the birds singing, it feels more like spring or maybe what a summer morning would feel like someplace where the season is not so cruel. I hear there are such places, but my experience with them is so distant that I question my memory and their very existence.
Days like yesterday give me a little hope to help me make it through the month that starts tomorrow. August, the long hot month, makes me wonder what we are in for, having had such a merciless July. Then, of course there’s September too because I’ve learned that around here it’s a good idea to not expect too much of autumn until October.
At least I now have that little bit of hope and believe once again that fall does exist.
I was thinking of putting “Your Ad Here” on the stone next to my rain gauge.
Much of what I think about water these days has to do with rain. When I grew up in south Louisiana, I took water for granted. It rained a lot, we lived right next to a bayou and there was water nearby in every direction.
Now I appreciate every drop. Gardening viability, tree health, drinking water supplies — these things are on my mind frequently. The first real post on this blog was about rain.
This is a rain gauge that Julie gave me for our anniversary. Who knew that 21 years is frog yard art! So far I’ve been very glad to see this little garden helper get plenty of action. The frog seems okay with it too.
This always ready frog and I love the same things – being in the garden and rain.
These are some of things that make me feel like I’m home. My wife and I love the interaction of various colors as well as quirky objects. I always smile when I arrive home and see my happy little dianthus blooming away — as it seems to do almost year round in our not too cold climate.
I always get a boost when I arrive at our cheery home.
The Last Time it Flooded This Bad in Houston
These photos are not from the recent floods. They are from the floods in 2001 when my wife and I spent 14 hours on a freeway overpass in north Houston. Our hearts go out to all those who have lost love ones and pets and homes in the recent flooding.
Wanted to get the last of the wintertime shots in
No more until next year — I promise.
Bee caught taking its last drink.
Leo is learning to negotiate this strange substance.
I started my second round of spring planting this weekend. It began on what was a beautiful afternoon at the nursery and the place was hopping with what I’m sure were many like minded gardeners. We all hovered back and forth around the large selection of available tomato and pepper plants (many other plants also) looking for our favorite varieties. I ended up coming home with nine tomato plants and seven pepper plants, along with a couple of new items for my herb bed. That’s a slightly larger number than I usually plant but I have a good feeling about this spring. I managed to get seven of the tomatoes planted that afternoon – six in one of my 4×4 foot raised beds and one in a large pot. I’m still not sure where to put the other two. I added fresh compost and a little bit of guano and dried molasses to the soil and fed then all with some seaweed and liquid molasses afterwards. That night we got a little rain and I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve managed to get rain right after planting.
In our community garden at work we have twice as many plots in use as we did this last year. Although we have some way to go before we reach full capacity, for now I think I’ll manage to live with one hundred percent growth. We are waiting to hear about a matching funds grant that we applied for which will enable us to set up 17 more plots to have available for anyone who wants to join. Up until now, we gardeners have all been building our own raised beds at our expense. Last year I had one bed and this year I have two. I’m using one of them just for corn. After my success last year with just a few plants (and planted on a whim, at that), I’ve decided to give it a more serious try this time around to see if I can raise enough to give away to those in need.