Hours and hours of hand watering just wets the mulch.
The sprinklers run, but the grass is browning out, with patches turning golden in big swaths. I ran the soaker hose under the buckeyes for four hours, but it just wets a tiny little strip that winds under the plants.
The problem is that this Sunday the New England Wildflower Society is coming, and we have had no rain for weeks. And no rain in the forecast, unless you count a slight chance on Sunday itself. That would figure. The forecast up to Sunday is sunny, clear, bright, dry, sunshiny and unclouded. Sunny, sunny, clear. Sunny, sunny, clear.
So I am trying to keep things from looking awful. I want to add some mulch and stake some floppy things, remove the tired containers (sweet peas are gone by and the new canna needs repotting) and tidy up a bit, but all I do is water. Then I'm too tired.
Here's the thing: they may not get enough signed up to hold the class, so it may be canceled. I hope it is. I can relax a little and let the grass go dormant, which it is doing anyway. And let the containers go. And forget about obsessive watering.
Sigh.
