In the span of a few short weeks, the yard and flora have gone from lush green and rich full blooms to the Sahara Desert.
My hydrangea were crapola again this year, a few white blooms but mostly brown ones – now, dead, drooped over gasping for water.
I won’t win Gardener of the Year Award with this look!
The lawn is burned out in many places, fried as if it were a drought laden August.
My beloved birch tree is also panicked from not having enough water. Leaves burned on the branch – the yellow not a sign of autumn, rather a sign of distress.
The sky got dark this afternoon as if it could rain, but has not and I see no forecast that includes a few days of rain that will revive the yard. Granted, its the end of the season, soon the snow will cover it all, the hydrangea is due to get cut back any day now, but still, it’s hard to watch the yard suffer so much after a great spring and summer when there was never a need for sprinklers or a hose.
The stink bugs LOVE this weather and I spent much of this afternoon flicking them off the outside screens. None inside….yet….but they always manage to find some way of wriggling in. Hate them.