The path to the backyard.
It feels like it's only rained twice in the last six weeks or so...OK, maybe three times. The hose and I have become best buddies as we sprinkle lifesaving water on the perennial beds at least once a week.
I don't water the lawn, as you can tell.
Sometimes I think that this should be called the Season of Despair, when it seems crazy to be a gardener, to put all of that work, and money and emotion in the ground out back and just leave it to the mercy of endless hot, sunny, dry days.
As the surrounding shrubs have filled in, the sunny, dry Gothic trough has become the shady, dry Gothic trough.
The andropogon gerardii likes its new dry position this year.
The troughs need watering less than you'd think.
Although it's hard to resist the urge to give them a drink.
Hang on plants. I promise it will rain again someday.