Rain is lovely—unless it comes as a downpour. On a hilly property like ours, rushing water carves trenches through the gardens and displaces the expensive mulch.
Sun is lovely, too—unless it comes without rain.
A few summers ago we had drought. Blistering sun all day, every day, and what rain did arrive barely left its mark. We’d water the vegetables with whatever collected in the rain barrel and let the rest of the plantings go. By August, the suffering trees, shriveled blossoms and dying lawn made it look like a new season out here: late summer into early apocalypse.
Among the few plants actually thriving was Queen Anne’s Lace. Prairie restoration experts in our state label it an invasive weed, something to be eradicated. Trying to do my part, I’d walk our acres and pull it up wherever I found it.
Then came the drought. [Read more…]