Fall in the backyard can be a little chilly; with little sun and a breeze rolling through it can be outright cold, even when it so much nicer around the corner out front. I take advantage of a balmy day to perform those last chores out back, especially when they involve the pond. Right now the water is still at a pleasant 68 degrees, but it won’t be long before it starts dropping.
The end of summer is coming closer. Only three weeks of hot and humid weather in a summer otherwise drenched by rain. A week ago the heavens opened up again and I recorded 3.5 inches of rain within hours. Well, gardens everywhere are lush and green without having to turn sprinklers on, moving hoses or lifting watering cans. My two rain barrels are filled to the top and I only use them for watering plants in the gazebo. At this rate I will never use all of the water in them…
It stopped raining so much. It got hot. Temperatures in the nineties provided heat and then there was the humidity. While we were comfortable indoors, outdoors was a different story. If you moved, you sweated, a lot. Working in the garden came to a near standstill. Instead I admired my garden from a comfortable chair.
Weeks into summer and the temperatures are soaring; finally! Spring presented us with such a gradual rise in temperature I thought it would never get warm. But here I am, digging in the garden, with sweat dripping off my brow. The hose is nearby to cool off overheating feet once ever so often.