Pray I don’t bring an extended deluge down on us – but those few raindrops the other night really haven’t done much to ease our drought.
My farming friends tell me it’s been the greatest weather for harvests of all kinds.
But last weekend, I was reminded about something else related to the dry conditions.
I broke down and watered selected spots in my yard, especially some major flower beds, new trees and those garden plants still producing or which will over-winter for results in the spring.
Felder Rushing, the garden guru, always reminds us to water for a little while, let it soak in and then come back to the spot later to finish the job.
I was trying to follow that advice, but when I came out to move the sprinkler from under my gnarly old magnolia tree – a technique that allows the water to hit the tree limbs and drip onto my hydrangeas beneath – I froze in my tracks.
Bless their little hearts, probably two dozen robins were frolicking like fools amidst the spray and the swelling puddles under that tree.
I could practically hear them singing and laughing riotously.
Surely, they were calling their friends from blocks around to join in the fun.
There was cool water to drink. Water for bathing.
And the water was drifting onto adjacent parts of the lawn, where surely some delicious bugs and worms were gathering as that dirt softened up.
With such a scene before me, I didn’t have the heart to move their revelry.
Perhaps TWamp&L will give me a critter discount on my October water bill – that extra moisture wasn’t for the dishwasher or the clothes washer.
It was for the neighborhood birds.
Don’t get me wrong, I would have run off those pesky squirrels, if my wild protestations wouldn’t have upset the birds.
But I decided to just let Mother Nature be and find something else to distract me.
Not that I’ve gone soft on the squirrels. They are still just rats with fluffy tails to me.
But I do feel some compassion for anybody or anything that feels the effects of all this dry weather.
One pleasant side effect of the drier air is how great it’s been for my hair. Frizzies are a thing of the past, with this lack of our usual tropical humidity.
Reminds me of the time I drove my mother to Colorado to visit my brother. The humidity was about 4 percent and our sinuses just slammed back into our nasal cavities with painful reality.
One morning, we commented on the phenomenon to his girlfriend and sarcastically observed that perhaps a rise to 7 percent might just throw us all into a mood for a Hawaiian luau, it would be so humid.
Amazingly, she agreed that another couple of notches up the humidity scale would be quite an event.
Wow, I thought, what would they think about Mississippi in the middle of the normal, afternoon-showers summer?
So, don’t forget our bird friends while the dry conditions continue. Many of them may be on their way to Colorado, but they need a drink before they get there.
Contact Patsy R. Brumfield at (662) 678-1596 or firstname.lastname@example.org.
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