I waxed rhapsodic about gardening the other day. But I’m wondering…the weather has been so extremely hot here for the past several days, have we already reached that part of the summer where we simply do all we can to keep the plants from wilting? I’m sure I’m not alone in my worry about the heat’s effect on my plants – especially the potted ones. I feel like I’m constantly filling and refilling the watering can in order to give those plants a good soaking. Have we gone into maintenance mode?
That pair of finches? I think they hang out in one of my hanging plants after dark. The other evening when it was almost, but not quite dark, I ran out to water the hanging plants. As I drew near, a bird flew out of the pot. Then as I lifted the can and started to water, another one startled me and flew right past my nose! I checked and there’s not a nest but they’re definitely camping out. No more watering at night. I’m sure I really startled them.
The birdbath continues to be the community pool. There’s almost constant activity there, especially during these oh-so-hot days. If left to my own devices, I could spend all day watching them. And the bunnies. I see one little one outside my kitchen window every day. And the bigger ones hang out in the back forty or near the shed. They freeze when they see the dogs. (I don’t blame them.)
You remember that Riley has been waking me up at 5:30 am because he’s thirsty and/or needs to pee? Well, he’s stopped doing that, but the irony is that I’m still waking up at 5:30. Like clockwork. Seriously sleep-deprived here.
Don and I have officially been together for 18 years – we met on the Fourth of July. And there were fireworks.