I remember back when it used to
rain. I distinctly recall looking at
computer weather maps with angry red, orange, and even purple rain pounding all
of eastern Massachusetts. There were days
when we awakened to a soft, gentle rain that soaked the soil down eight or ten
inches.
But not recently.
Medfield in a drought. A Stage 2 drought according to the U.S.
Weather Monitor. New England is 25% under its normal rainfall – 6 ½ inches short and counting – with a long term trend for
more of the same. Our town has imposed
strict watering guidelines that will likely get even more draconian in
August.
Water collected from the air conditioner goes into jugs |
If we lived in an apartment or
condo, we’d shrug, water the plants on our deck, and count our blessings. If we lived in a house with a
long-established garden, we’d ride out the dry spell and consider ourselves
lucky. But we don’t live in a condo and our
garden is brand new – nothing in is more than a year old. We have a dozen young trees that are just
starting to establish root systems. We
have sixty or more shrubs and several hundred newly-planted perennials. If we don’t water, they’ll die.
Almost all of New England is dry |
So, here is what we do. Every morning at 5:30 a.m. we are dressed and
out in the garden. Our four rain barrels
would hold 200 gallons of water if there had been rain to fill them, but
they’ve been dry since Bastille Day. (That
storm at the end of July that the radio promised would drop two to four inches
of rain went south of us. Rhode Island
got lucky. We got sprinkles.) So we collect the water condensate from our
air conditioner. We collect the water
that we ran while the shower warmed up.
We pool the water in which we washed vegetables saved in a pail. There are mornings when those three
activities generate six or seven gallons of water.
It just hasn't rained around here. Double-click for an enlargement. |
To get the rest of the water we
need, we begin filling re-purposed cat litter jugs with tap water. One day, we water the plants in the front of
the property. The next day, we water the
plants in the back. Each tree, shrub,
and perennial gets a specific allotment of water. There is no waste. We’ve built little berms around the plants to
ensure that there is no runoff. Betty
applies the water, I refill the jugs and run them to where they’re needed
next. And ‘run’ is an accurate
descriptor: I carry two, three-gallon jugs at a time, and a jug is filling
while I sprint to the next drop point.
Yesterday, the radio spoke of 2-4" of rain today. It went south of us! |
The jug-watering brigade goes on
for up to two hours because we also have to water our vegetable plot two miles
distant. (There, we’re allowed to use a
hose, but Betty is just as precise in her watering.) At 7:30 or so, we line up the empty
containers. We are both covered in sweat
and ready for a shower.
Where, of course, we will start
collecting the water for tomorrow morning…
I'll do a rain dance for you, Neal. We had 5" in a couple of hours last Friday afternoon. But like you, we've had a pretty dry summer. And it's been hot for the mountains! I hate to say it, but I'm looking forward to fall.
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