I left my east side of town on Sunday afternoon for a gathering in Price Hill on the west side of town. While there, we saw and heard out the windows a huge downpour that went on steadily for nearly 40 minutes. I was elated. That meant I wouldn’t have to water all the gardens and beds and plans on Monday morning.
So imagine my dismay on arriving home (maybe a 15 minute drive max) to find my yard dry as a bone. Needless to say, I was indeed up early Monday, hand-watering and hose-watering all those gardens and nooks and crannies with plants tucked here and there.