We’re in the middle of a pretty serious drought in my neighbourhood and if what I hear on the news is true, there’s likely a drought in your neighbourhood too.
I enjoy a rain storm in the summer, it takes the pressure off having to enjoy the nice (by which I mean hot) weather. But it’s not to be this summer. We’ve come close, menacing clouds and thunder to close the pools. But no rain, or at least not enough rain to make the ground wet.
I’m not a huge fan of hot and dry and neither are my plants. But if I have to endure the lack of rain, so do they.
I don’t believe in watering grass. Here’s why-
- Smarten up. If grass is not evolutionary smart enough to grow deeper roots for time of drought, then it doesn’t deserve water.
- Waste not want not. I don’t like wasting water and in a shortage, I’d rather drink or swim in the water than feed it to the grass.
- Do not keep up with the Jones. I don’t want to be running around in a heatwave moving a sprinkler around so that my grass is green like the neighbours. The neighbours who spent the night running around moving their sprinklers.
- Be me. I make a statement with my grass. A statement that says “I am not a slave to my grass.”
The only plants I will water are my vegetables, and then only if they are desperate, plants in pots or anything that’s just been planted. I feel that if I planted a pretty ivy in a pot I’ve doomed it’s root system to never find that water source it’s searching out. So I help it out. Same with anything newly planted, it’s roots haven’t had a change to grow and they need some help.
Everybody else is on their own. If you can’t manage there’s no place for you in my garden. Harsh but so is ecology, only the fittest survive. And this year grass isn’t making the cut.
I don’t spray my lawn either. But that’s another story.