Crop diminished by the drought, blooms and heads smaller;
flavor still excellent!!!!
For the last several seasons I have not planted annuals, choosing instead to work to keep my established perennials alive and as healthy as possible in the midst of drought. Now in this first week of spring, I am missing fresh blooms to bring into the house.
Always struggling to keep the creeping ficus on the garden wall under control; cutting lovely new shoots nuanced with color from spring-green to rust…rather than relegating them to compost, why not first bring them inside…
Adversity, at its best, can introduce us to new ways of looking at and appreciating our individual worlds.
and the drought goes on…….
even after rain one week ago, the days dawn bright and clear, temperatures too warm by mid-morning to work comfortably in the direct sun;
restricted to watering only twice a week, the lawn has stayed miraculously green.
rains reigns in the garden
Popcorn tree roses
and this one whose name escapes me, believe it to be spring.
Being November with daily temperatures nearing 90 degrees, the more tender light of fall consoles us;
the hedge roses near the front porch soldier on seemingly unaffected, bathing us in beauty.
our hearts are full of gratitude even as we long for rain.
A hush has come over the orchard….trees in a state of resignation. Spring has come and nearly gone, taking with it the possibility of rain.
The field, yellow with mustard just several weeks ago,
Preparing for yet another family wedding here in July…a lovely reason to spend quality time with my trees.
Some have bravely put out new leaves,
and blossoms, in the naive belief that irrigation can replace rainfall.
Dew provides the only natural moisture.
Others have let go less hardy branches to conserve strength for healthier parts.
As I snip off dead wood and dry leaves, we talk, the trees and I, of drawing from our inner strength, minimizing self-inflicted stress, focusing on the future…
…and we pray for rain.