Not much is happening in our garden these days — except that the lawn becomes more and more tan-colored as the long dry season continues.
This year, we stopped watering it about the end of June. It seemed wrong to maintain green grass while the hills in our view were brown, and some city neighborhoods were having their water cut off during the daytime.
Above is a view of the upper and lower lawns.
I took these pictures this morning. The sky was actually full of grey, rather menacing clouds (and dusty haze), and there was some wind. This is not unusual for August, but we haven’t had any rain since May, except very briefly about three weeks ago and almost all night two weeks ago. That last one was nice, and the grass seemed to get a little greener within 12 hours, but it didn’t last. The long rainy season normally begins in early September.
We do still water the flower borders, although not very generously. Kniphofia, daylilies, gerbera daisies, lantana, Missouri primrose, and small shrub roses are blooming steadily. But, of course, most plants are in a “holding pattern” and not really increasing in size. I want to make some changes and additions to the borders, but I’ll wait until we have a rain or two. Then, we need to work quickly before the soil becomes too soggy.
Below is the lower lawn, looking south at the steps at the center of the lawn. Actually, the tan is kind of pretty.
Below, a closeup. I know it will come back, but it’s hard not to get out the sprinkler.
Below, from the upper lawn, looking back across the lawn to the northwest — with a hazy view of central Kigali.
I’ve been working more on the vegetable garden lately. This summer winter, we’ve divided it into many small* raised beds instead of a few really large ones. It’s easier to manage now, and the kale, strawberries, basil, dill, arugula, lettuce, and rosemary are doing well — in the photo below.
That’s one of our two compost piles in the back. You can just see a bamboo pole sticking out of it. I pull the pole out occasionally and feel it. If it’s warm and damp, the pile should be cooking nicely.
Below are my still-green cherry tomatoes; I planted both red and yellow. The plants look good now, but when the rains start, they may suffer from too little sun and too much water. The dry season (with watering) is a good time for tomatoes and basil, but I should have started them sooner.
Finally, below, this is a little sad. It’s an child’s stuffed toy — no head, no legs — that the hawks in the tree above pushed out of their nest.
The nest is at least 3′ across and seems to be made of as much waste paper and cloth as of sticks and twigs. A few weeks ago, I found someone’s bank statement under the tree, complete with name, account number, and balance. It’s now shredded and in the compost pile; I gave this little fellow a burial there too.
When we get our first big rain and wind storm, I expect to be picking up all sorts of things.
*3′ or 4′ x 5′ (more or less)
“Lady tending her flower box, Omaha, Nebraska,” (probably October) 1938, by John Vachon, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.
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