Bore da, Bluestockingers! Woke up this morning to cloudy skies, much cooler so far, but the sun has just broken through. The forecast for overnight mentioned rain, so I closed the skylights in the attic for the first time in 6 weeks. Uncomfortable, stuffy night for sleeping, therefore. And did we get rain? We did not. It was so humid yesterday that I was sure the weather would break.
I dread to think what my water bill is going to be like at the end of the summer, and that's just for keeping the potted plants alive. I use all the waste water I can and I don't even water every day, but I think there must be quite a lot of stress on the plants, not having a regular supply.
It reminds me also of why I think I am definitely going to have to get a smaller garden, if I can ever find a house. I'm not even enjoying the garden anymore (except for the lavender, rambling roses, and the occasional rare insect visits, because all of that requires no work). I never sit in my garden and enjoy, because there's always something to be done. It's not even gardening. It's what my mother used to call "yard work." I suddenly realized yesterday morning that, as soon as the birds stop nesting, which happened very early this year, I spend the rest of the time before winter just dealing with the hedges, clearing out, chopping, staking before the storms, cleaning, and putting things away. Makes me tired just writing all that!
I think I might go see the house with the small north-facing garden again, if they'll have me.