This is the result of weeks of no rain, temps in the mid- to upper- 90s with humidity percentages to match. We are a family of damp lumps. I manage to rustle up the strength to water the garden, do chores and that's about it. It has been one gloriously bright, hot, sunny day after another and I am damn tired of it. I have tried leaving my car windows open overnight, putting sheets on the line overnight - all have created rain events in the past, but not now.
If this keeps up, I will either cut the size of the garden in half, or pave it over and join a CSA. Not nearly as satisfying but so much easier on my old self and my shallow well.
On the upside, Slimmie is still talking to me, after being hunted down and tortured with oral meds twice a day for two weeks. We have discovered that the only food he can keep down is a prescription diet that, no surprise, costs more than my monthly food budget. He is worth every penny.
The grass is crunchy, I am glad I have hay for the sheep, and it's too hot and dry (as in cement-like dirt) to weed. We are supposed to get some rain within the next few days, but I have little faith in weather predictions. Once we get a decent rain, I can weed and then I will trot out pictures of the garden. It has been doing pretty well, considering. I have been enjoying mixed greens from my cold frame bed - spinach (at last!), arugula and Romaine. But I am hovering over my summer squash plants - zoodles! I need zoodles!
My sisters, nephew and family* and I, had our first Zoom 'meeting' on Fathers Day, raising a glass to the old guy - our first FD without him. It was fun and even our mom joined in (she thinks it's 'magic'). We are entering our new reality, one tiny step at a time.
*They had the nerve to join from poolside, the cheeky darlings...