It is still a million degrees in western Montana. My gardens are suffering–they don’t quite know what to do. The plants usually have cool nights and only a few days in the hundreds. But with over a month of near 100 degree or higher weather, fruit is officially freaking out. Laura’s apricot tree formed and ripened fruit in like 48 hours. Apples are falling off my new mullet neighbor’s tree, I think because of heat and no water. He has let his once-charming yard that was lovingly cared for by our sweet gay neighbors go to hell. It is tragic. But he has a mullet so, really, what can you expect?
In the last month, we have had many days over 100 degrees and the average temp this time of year is usually 85 degrees. That, my conservative not-wanting-to-believe-in-evolution-and-global-warming friends, is something to pay attention to and try to do something about. Andy and I recently watched Inconvenient Truth and I feel like everyone should own it and watch it monthly. We try to be conscientious and thoughtful but we can always do more. One thing we ceased was leaving the porch light on at night. I really like having it on because it makes be feel safer, but, as Andy says, “I want my kid to have polar bears.” Me too so the light is off.
So I am watering more and I hate that. But my beets are writhing and my sweet peas are cracking and my zinnias are wilting. We let our boulevard die. It is stupid that it is grass anyway. I wanted to plant my edible garden out there since it is the best spot, but Mr. Urban Forester said no. I might do it anyway. At least it would be functional instead of knapweed promise land.
Today, I was pooped on while gardening in the front yard. yes.
