All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view, but it's not sane, It's not sane.
That song always seems to play in my head at this time of year. (Ok, all year. I was a huge Blind Melon fan back in the day . . .) While the rest of the country has more weather than they can handle, central Florida has been execessively dry. We have distinct rainy seasons, the most significant lasting from the end of May to the end of September. During that time we have daily rain showers and you can set your clock by their 4:30pm arrival. Usually it takes a big storm to kick-start the cycle, but so far that storm hasn't come. So it is very dry right now. Due to wildfires over the weekend, there is a burn ban. Fireside chats with the hubs will have to wait. Worse for wear are my wilting plants. They look so sad and miserable. We have irrigation, but it is manual, and we try to only turn it on when it is desperately needed. It was installed by the previous owners and mainly gets the grass, so some of the corners are still parched. Today I dragged the bucket out and hand watered many of the plants. A few needed more intensive care: