Yes, I know that I haven't posted in several days. No big excuses here, though. When last Tuesday came around, and the thermometer crossed back over the 100F mark and stayed there through yesterday, I just couldn't face my garden or anything to do with it. Aside from watering a few potted plants and the surviving roses of the Heirloom Roses shipment from a few weeks back, I hibernated and dreamed of winter.
And dreamed of rain. We haven't had over 2/10ths of rain in the past month and things are beyond drying up, they're dry. I haven't done more than mow the edges of the blacktop (where the crabgrass always grows fastest) in a month, so I guess the positive side is that I haven't been sitting on a roaring mower every week. Last weekend, knowing that summer wasn't saying goodbye without another heat wave, I watered many of the beds, feeling guilty that I was breaking my "no extra water" rule but wanting to protect the roses, and then I withdrew from the garden and garden thoughts. Read some trashy vampire-mystery novels (James Butcher and Laura Hamilton) and pretended I was in Alaska.
But, as the psalmist wrote "...Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning" (Psalm 30:5). Temperatures today (Saturday) in the low 90's are supposed to lead to daytime highs in the 70's through the weekend and a 40% chance for rain tonight. I don't hold much hope for the rain, since I've seen several weeks of 30% chances come and go, but at least the temperatures will mean that whatever moisture gets added to the garden might stay around more than 30 minutes.
I'll leave you with this; one of my favorite pictures of my now-grown son. He was born in Wisconsin but we moved here shortly before his first birthday, and in this picture, taken at about 1 1/2 or 2 years of age (he walked before he was 9 months old), he proved himself to be quickly adapting to Kansas weather as he was rejoicing in a surprise shower after a long hot dry period. I remember I could hardly get him to hold still from slapping those bare feet down in the puddles on the still-warm concrete. I don't think the Batman shirt would fit me, but this is otherwise exactly what I plan to do the next time it rains here, if it ever rains here again.