“So here’s the thing,” I said to a friend over the weekend. “One of the things I have never been good at is the issue of watering the plants.”
“Isn’t watering kind of important?” he asked.
“It is, and that’s something I worry about here. There’s no water,” I said. “So it’s going to be up to me.”
Not only is there no water in the summer, this year, it appears, there’s no water in the winter, either. For the third year in a row.
It’s going to make it interesting, assuming I manage to find myself a garden plot. I’m considering dry-farming tomatoes, but I’m not sure that’s going to solve the entire problem. Also, that’s complicated and requires excellent timing, which is not something I have often lucked into in the garden.