The skies are rapidly clouding over. I suspect it will soon be raining. Mind you we need the rain, partly for the gardens & wildlife, & partly to just freshen up the air. The last couple of days it's been too cold to eat out. We've had a strong wind with a decided edge to it. Nonetheless no coolness seems to have been getting into the house. Maybe now some freshness might arrive.
Around here the dryness of the land tends to be superficial. As Al, our gardener says, the one lawn in the area he will guarantee to be green & lush without regular watering by humans in a long hot dry spell, is our lawn. Sure enough it is green & lush, while all around are looking dry & thirsty.
I had a trip out in the Mean Machine, my electric scooter, yesterday. On the way back, I stopped for a chat with some neighbours further up the road. They were saying that they'd had to dig a deep hole, about 3 feet down one time. When they'd dug it out, they went in for a cup of tea to regather their energy for the next task. When they came out again, the hole was full to the top with water. And it hadn't even rained. We're further down the hill so you can imagine what ours is like.
When we got home yesterday, we discovered the fence panels had been delivered. Once they're in place, we can get on with the task of planting up the bog garden. At the moment I'm thinking of a combination of hosta & lilies of various types. Maybe a hydrangea at the dryer end. We'll see. Above all I'm aiming at a variety of textures & colours. Some plants that will survive having their feet in water a large portion of the time. Al reckons he was told about a shrub that grows in the American Bayou which has fantastic autumnal colours. He's always fancied growing it but not had the right terrain. This should be the perfect spot. Hopefully he'll remember its name in time for me to find & get one when I'm planting up.
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