We’ve hit those days of summer which separate true gardeners from those who only visit the greenhouse mid-April, buy forty flats of annuals and then leave them out in the sun to die. Although I profess to being a gardener, right now, I want to bury my head in the red sand.
The garden may look pretty in pictures, but at the moment, I hate it.
Oklahoma had a lot of rain in spring and early summer. The heavens kept pouring down the wet stuff which sounds good and makes for a green state, but my garden isn’t set up for all this moisture. I’ve fought red spider mites, mildew, blackspot and hoards of grasshoppers already, and there’s a month to go before temperatures even think of cooling down.
Because of all the rain, my xeric plants freaked out, and many of them died while the roses and other plants became accustomed to regular showers. So, I lost all of my lavender, both ‘Munstead’ and ‘Grosso’, which were once large and beautiful. Plus, the sedums which border many of the beds are thin and scraggly because they are waterlogged.
Now, it’s the end of July, and we’ve hit the days which try gardeners’ souls. Other than a bit of spitting here and there yesterday, Oklahoma has gone completely dry with temperatures in the high 90s and low 100s for days on end. With the exception of a bit of rebloom and H. ‘Autumn Minaret’, the daylilies are done. Their ugly gray/brown scapes sit high above the foliage accusing me of neglect because I haven’t cut them back. I returned from Buffalo to a garden both past its peak and looking peaked. Last week, I worked everyday pulling weeds (mostly weedy grasses), and the ground seemed drier than normal, but I didn’t put two and two together until the well suddenly didn’t have pressure last Friday.
We called the well guys, and they came and said the irrigation had a leak. Well problems are similar to computer ones. The hardware guys blame the software, and the software folks say you need more RAM.
Bill spent the entire weekend tracking down said leak and fixing it (three times). Every time the pressure went down in the pressure tank and the well pump kicked on, the irrigation main would bust open. Finally, Bill got it to hold. Blue skies began to smile, gentle clouds passed by, and angels began to sing.
This morning, as I explored the south side nurseries while I waited for ASW to finish strength training, all was good in my world until I got a call from Bear that we had no water.
I came home, turned the switches for the irrigation, and found no pressure in the pressure tank. Normally, I’m not the one checking on all this, but Bill is in Texas making money. Nothing helped, not even when I turned the breakers to the well on and off. I called the well company, and very nice Craig suggested I try these same things. He was surprised when I told him it was already done and still no water.
It’s good to have a man who’s handy around the house. It’s even better when he teaches you a thing or two.
So, here I sit with new annuals to put in the bare spaces of my earth and no water.
At least the air conditioner works.
Oh, and other fronts, the butterflies still provide great entertainment when it’s cool enough to sit in the shade and watch them flit to and fro.
Til next week.