Our gardens are so dry. In ten days’ time, they went from being washed out in places by torrential downpours to being dry, dry, dry as dust. I’ve never seen conditions go from one extreme to the other so quickly.
Since we don’t have an ideal situation for drip irrigation, we are using what we affectionately call our Amish watering system–which pretty much equals the kids and me out watering the gardens by hand. I am thankful for our Amish friend who could help me see the humor in this process by naming it something more interesting than “watering drudgery”. He is the same friend who boasts to “English” folks that he and his wife have “six-and-one-half dozen children”. After people pick their jaws up off the floor, he smiles and clarifies that he means six children plus half a dozen children–making twelve in all. Certainly still a large family, but not quite so mind-boggling to the average joe.
Anyway, we have a significant advantage over most of my Amish friends; we don’t have to hitch up the mule to pull all of the water down to where our largest gardens are. We get to load up our old truck instead. We fill about 15 buckets and put the water out via watering cans. When that truckload is gone, we drive up to the house and fill the buckets again. It takes about 6 truckloads of water to really soak our two big gardens. We tend to shoot for three truckloads a day and then take a break for a day. Throughout the process, we pray for rain. I think we need to be more specific in our prayers, though, because the rain keeps missing us. My brother’s garden, however, is staying well-watered. (He’s always been everyone’s favorite.)
Today is our day off, and part of me is happy about that. We get to go visit some family in their new home and water ourselves in their swimming pool. The other part of me is aware that the temperatures are supposed to get pretty high, which will make the water we put out yesterday even less effective. I may wind up putting some out tonight when the sun begins to set–just to soften the heat of the afternoon. I am so thankful for good health and strong bodies that make these tasks possible. I am also thankful for a deep and generous well that has never run dry–even during the driest of summers.
So, if you think of us tonight just before sunset, please join us in giving thanks for these good gifts. And, while you’re at it, we sure would appreciate your prayers for a soaking, nourishing rain this week.