Springdale has perfected the feel of going to rain and yet not raining. Even the weather services are fooled. Last night, after threatening rain all day, Accuweather had us down for storms at 1 AM and 4 AM, but the pavement is strangely dry again.
I watered front and backyards yesterday, often a guarantee of rain. The last time I did that, I had to run out in the rain to turn off the water spigot.
Nevertheless, I had fun with rescue plants. One is a young willow that was knocked down and almost uprooted, either by Sassy, another animal, or wind. It looked dried up, but some green was still showing in two places on the plant. I snipped away the dead plant material, anchored the plant with small logs, and watered it several times with rainwater.
Optimism about rescues came from recent efforts with rainwater. I watered Barbara Streisand into blooming with rainwater. I also brought Mr. Lincoln into better production by favoring it with stored rain.
|Chaste Tree smells like medicine,|
like many herbs.
The Chaste Tree was my rescue based on studying the plant. My instincts were to use rainwater on it when it drooped, but that made the sad look even more prominent. I finally looked up How To Raise Chaste Trees and discovered out three rules:
- Never water a Chaste Tree.
- Feel free to prune it however the gardener wishes.
- Grow the plant in the sunlight.
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of old, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
On August 27, 1829, Longfellow wrote to the president of Bowdoin that he was turning down the professorship because he considered the $600 salary "disproportionate to the duties required". The trustees raised his salary to $800 with an additional $100 to serve as the college's librarian, a post which required one hour of work per day.
|Slime molds clean up other fungi -|
and they often look like plastic dog vomit.
|Butterfly Bush smells like grape jelly -|
no wonder the insects and butterflies love it.
|Norma Boeckler's butterfly notecard.|