When I'm worried and feel unable to do anything to put things right, I find myself pulled into the garden. Not that I'm able to exercise a lot of control there either, much as I might try. Nature makes the rules and we have to work with them. But, despite the fact that much of what happens in the garden is outside my control, being there focuses my attention and forces me to adapt to the circumstances facing me. This week, with temperatures jumping into the 90s and the humidity plummeting to 1% according to my little garden weather station, the emphasis was on getting plants the water they need to cope with those conditions.
The slope at the back of our property doesn't have an automated irrigation system. All watering is done by hand. Although I've used drought tolerant plants there, most have been in the ground no more than a year so the area needs help when temperatures climb and our Santa Ana winds blow. That area got attention first. Even at 9AM, the area was already sun scalded and dry.
|View from the top section of the slope looking down|
|Centranthus ruber, Oenothera speciosa, and Euphorbia 'Dean's Hybrid' surround a fig tree|
|View from the bottom of the slope looking back up|
Half of my "dry garden" at the top of the slope also has no irrigation system so that was the next priority.
|Top of the stairway heading back into the dry garden|
|Guava tree surrounded by more Centranthus ruber, more Oenothera speciosa, and Phormiums|
|View of the pathway that leads through the dry garden down to the stairway that bisects the slope|
I managed a few hours in the garden just watering and dead-heading flowers. Yet that small amount of time helped to center me. An old sign I've had for some 20+ years carries a reminder of the important role the garden plays in my life.