The last few days have been lovely, perfect for gardening. The west flowerbed is better for it, as that is where I have focused my efforts.
Several weeks ago Attila planted grass seed in the back yard. Last summer was so dry that almost all the grass died, although the weeds seemed quite happy. The drought resistant grasses do not promise to be as lush and green as well-watered common grass-seed mixtures. However, the drought resistant variety should survive lack of watering and dry spells; that is what Attila planted. The new needle-thin blades are poking up out of the ground, almost invisible at this stage.
Although the dry earth is easy to work, precipitation is sorely needed. It did rain on Sunday last, but very little fell. The earth was bone dry around the roots of pulled weeds, even after the rain.
To my dismay, I discovered a leak in the plumbing this morning. Puttering around in the garden brought it to my attention. Under the dryer vent, coming from the basement wall, the cement was soaking wet. Hmm... Further inspection indoors revealed water dripping from the ceiling in the basement, just to the left of the dryer and below the kitchen sink.
I tried to get at the area, but soon realized that I am no longer physically capable of twisting and turning in a confined space at the top of a ladder. This project will have to wait for Attila; he should have a few free hours sometime next week. I hope.
In the meantime, the sink cannot be used to drain water. A bucket is now installed in the sink and under the tap to catch the stream. It will serve nicely as a wash basin for dishes etc. The handle will make it easier to haul the water out to the back yard, to be dumped in the compost pile. This is best viewed as an adventure in indoor camping.
The daily bread is in the oven. Mist is sleeping on my easy chair. I think I will make a nice cup of tea and sit on the front porch!
|RECIPES :: Cast
... third verse
Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day by day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
As you pass along the way;
For the pleasures of the many
May be ofttimes traced to one,
As the hand that plants an acorn
Shelters armies from the sun.
from Poems of Power
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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