I’m in no rush for winter to arrive, but I’m all in for the recent cooler temperatures. The last hot day a week ago hit ninety-seven, so no one I know was sad to see days like that go away. Today, there are more signs in the garden from the heat and extended drought than from cool weather, but it won’t be long until the first frost, and soon after, the early freezes.
I do a little something in the garden every day, weeding, digging, or just wandering and doing nothing productive, but I’d happily stay indoors to watch the pouring rain for a day or two. We’ve had a tenth of an inch of rain here and there, but barely that, and it’s as dry as I’ve ever seen it for this area. After another tenth of an inch last night, I hoped that cracks in the clay would fill in, but they didn’t, and won’t until there’s a day long rain. That’s not in the forecast.
Assuming that it rains again, someday, this is the time to plant, or to do other things as I’ve recently been occupied by a larger project that I wouldn’t have started at ninety plus degrees. A bulk order of bulbs was planted a few days ago, and another that’s on the way will be planted quickly. How much nicer is it to plant when it’s sixty, rather than ninety?