...it really ends. If you've been wondering where I've been, I've been in Garden Depression-land, with only time to spare on weekends for watering everything that I didn't want to die. It has been bad between the drought and the winds that took out several trees in my yard, among them my beloved ornamental Red Peach tree. The only bright-side of my summer has been that I only mowed once from mid-July to late August. Dry grass is tolerable when the mowee, i.e. me, doesn't have to sit on a roaring lawn mower for several hours each week.
Two weeks ago, I happened to look in the local newspaper at the weather snapshot, to find out that, as I suspected, around 12+ inches of rain had fallen in Manhattan this year and we were 10+ inches lower than average. So we had half our normal rainfall and all of our normal hot July temperatures by the middle of August. I have been collecting weather radar pictures of storms going north and south of us all summer for the purpose of blogging about it, but couldn't bring myself to include you in my depression.
And then, surprisingly, it started to rain. Yes, here, in the Flint Hills! In the past two weeks, we had several 2-3 inch rains that probably totaled 10 inches so I thought we were back on track, although the paper yesterday said that we were still 6 inches behind normal. I forgot that annual rainfall is a moving target but at least we were catching up. Suddenly everything is green again and I've had to mow weekly the past two weekends.
But last night the skies fell in! From midnight to 6 a.m., the rain overwhelmed all my gauges, including the 5" gauge in the front landscaping on the blue hummingbird pole (2nd picture from top) and the 7.5" gauge in the back of the house at the top right. If you can't tell tell from the pictures, both are filled to their rims. I have no idea how much rain we really had. The pots with plugged drainage holes, above and to the left, also filled up to their brims, but at that point they were probably splashing out more droplets than were staying in them. So your guess is as good as mine. All this water was dumped into what is known as the "Wildcat Creek Basin," flooding an apartment complex, the town soccer fields, and a shopping center on the west side of Manhattan. We even made the national NBC news tonight! And now, some chances of rain are forecast 6 days of the next 7. Can somebody please control the spigot better?
So, I'll try to blog from time-to-time again, since I have a garden and it seems to be green in places. But I might get caught up in a whole series of new experiences. For example, this morning, as I walked from the front yard around the house to the back, I was hearing the sound of a waterfall. Waterfall>? Wait, what? And then I realized; my neighbor's pond, which doesn't hold water and has been dry all summer, had filled up and was overflowing around the edge. I, of course, rushed inside immediately to tell Mrs. ProfessorRoush that I had finally gotten her the garden water feature she's been wanting!
Incidentally, I thought about titling this blog entry, "When it rains, it pours." Too cliche though, right?