je parles tres bien encore le francais….pas des chances a practiquer, mais on ne peux pas oublier avec une grandmere francaise. c’est tout.
we have had drought situations down here since i moved here in 1983. the geologic rise in altitude here on the fall line causes summer storms to be fickle, and drop much-needed rain on places only 15 miles south of my farm. on the other hand, i am on a long ridge, which seems to be protected from tornadoes, they follow a path over the fields to the north and west of me. it seems a good trade off.
georgia is in a continual drought rain deficit, all over the state. atlanta fights with both alabama and florida over the chattahoochee river water. it is becoming like out west, where every drop of the colorado river is already owned or spoken for…. if we lose our water and pollute our air, we are up the creek, for sure. or maybe up NO creek at all.
i deal with drought pretty well, mostly because i live on a ridge, with a very old,
very deep good well. i could water all day, if the summer weather stays high-pressure hot and dry, as it often has over the past 10 or so years. climate change is evident in the weather patterns most everywhere. adjusting to it is all that we can do with our gardens. there are many springs around here, so our groundwater seems to remain somewhat constant.
i have the luxury of endless water, although i use it judiciously. ilona is right….a little stress makes hardier plants, with deeper roots. mulch is indeed the other key.
some years i have been lucky to get spoiled alfalfa hay for $1 a bale…it feeds your garden gradually AND keeps it moist and sheltered from the heat too. since i have horses
that’s the news from patagonia. and by the way, i. – my brain is a slurry clay.
Ilona says
March 17, 2009 at 7:29 pmYou are amazing to me 🙂
slurry clay: propagation for all those ideas?
It has been a bit of a leap for me to get used to the prairie land here, what with the annual dry periods and the eternal flatness. but I do get beautiful sunset views and have even come to like the wild winds (Handyman gets grumpier every year about those).
I really like the hills of Southern Ohio, but don’t know if the Appalachian lifestyle would suit me. So- it is the bloom where you are planted that wins out, but maybe I’ll transplant someday …. who knows?