I feel pretty lucky that I was able to install HUGE rainbarrels near the garden. By the end of a 2-week dry spell, during which time all of my transplanting took place, I had almost come to the end of the water reserve I had. It has rained enough in the last week that they are topped up again (not to mention my new beds are thoroughly soaked) and so if the 'drier than normal' spring that is predicted does materialize, I have hope that we'll be able to make it through to the next rain.
Last week I added 2 more collection barrels - a 45-gal drum that I added a spigot to at the bottom and then extended a down spout to, and a 45-gal GARBAGE bin that I just placed under a down spout (with mosquito screen covering the open top since it had no lid) that I'll just have to dip my watering can into. I managed to finish them before the rains came, and I've been happy to watch them fill up, too.
My whole relationship to water has changed since moving here. Without access to un-softened water (I doubt the plants would enjoy salty water), rain water is literally the life blood of the garden. And so I'm 'one of those' who waits for rain (despite the fact that we still have leaks in the roof), who is grateful for pop-up showers. The compost bin needs the rain, my new 'donated' plants (freshly transplanted) need the rain, the greedy rain barrels need the rain. The peas seem to grow before your eyes after a rain shower.
And rain becomes 'free laundry'... I hang the and blankets outside and let them get a soaking during a rainstorm, and then dry them on the deck railing. The dirty mats get left outside for a few storms, after a good shaking / beating.
Finally, a good rainstorm is preceded by a over-seeding of white clover on our property, so that eventually the grass will be replaced by the sweet-smelling, white flowered green that requires no mowing.
Despite a small leak in the roof and a few leaks in the foundation, I now find myself eagerly awaiting the rain, and all the good it means.
New Meaning
9 years ago

