Southern summer is over.
If you believe the calendar, it was over more than a month ago. But, as summer heat reaches ever further into fall, the season’s change is marked more so by daylight savings than a particular date. By two measures then, summer is over.
Although I’ll miss the longer days and the after work ocean dips that come with them, I won’t miss the record-breaking stretches of stiflingly hot weather we’ve had this year, and neither will my balcony garden.
Too much time without precipitation can be hard on a Pacific Northwest girl, used to blink and you’ll miss ’em summers.
Like me, my plants tend to wilt when temperatures soar and no rain comes along to wash the spider out. When this happens, there are more effective ways to water than doing a rain dance.
After I wash my salad leaves for dinner, I’ll pull out the inner basket and use the water left below for my plants.
When my crops grows lush and green, I’ll harvest the leaves, put them into my spinner. Like a gift, or a thank you for quenching their thirst.
There are always plenty of places to find water, if you know where to look.