As is hauling the full bucket out of the house and lugging it up all.those.steps to the newest seedlings, trying not to splosh it all over your shoes and skirt. Attempting to get small boys to remember to do so after their own showers is futile so I end up doing multiple bucket runs per day. Not that I mind. The act of nurturing each individual plant through this relentless summer is a small pleasure that appeals to my sense of stewardship, and of course gives me all those smug fuzzy feelings. I take it as a personal insult when a plant turns up its toes. So far I’ve lost one Helichrysum petiolare and one Grevillea Honey Gem (a seedling, not strong enough yet to withstand harsh conditions). Not bad. I pulled back a lemon-scented tea tree seedling from the brink of extinction recently and the euphoria I felt at this wee success was really quite out of proper proportion.
These hollyhocks are not mine. I adore hollyhocks, lupins and foxgloves (I can take or leave delphiniums) but they are quite ridiculous for this bush garden and this climate. Nevertheless they are from Montsalvat, which is nearby.
Trying to remember which day ‘evens’ are allowed to water (and at what times) is challenging. Twice a week, and only then between the crack of
I recently purchased one of those connecting hoses for the washing machine to try and catch the final rinse water, but I can’t get it to connect firmly enough and the sight of the hose flailing around the laundry, soaking me in (valuable! precious! Planet Ark-enriched!) water amused the children no end. The mister is the only one strong enough to jam the pipe properly on so I can recycle the water only if he and his superior strength happen to be home when I do the washing.
(Mr Soup is banned from the laundry as there are some things he just.can.not.grasp [correct separation of lint givers and lint collectors, dirty overalls and cricket wear not in with the smalls and delicates, etc]. Fear not, he does take the rubbish out. Oh hang on, I do that too. Okay, he changes light globes and unsticks windows and makes school lunches and does important things with power tools).
Next up when the bank balance allows: a rainwater tank. Assuming it will rain again one day.