Thursday, July 12, 2012

 It's summer in Spring, and the rains have come. 
Last year's drought is long gone, the plants have survived (most of them) due to my $200 monthly water bill! Luckily our neighborhood never went on restriction last year, and I am soooo glad.  As it was I lost a few trees, now also long gone.
Today I was home from work, a day off before working the weekend.  It has been raining for days, the ground is saturated and soggy.  I didn't take a picture, but I have a rain gauge.  Yesterday morning I emptied 2.5inches of water, today at 3 pm I emptied 5.5 inches.  When it rains here, it rains! No ifs, ands or buts...it RAINS!!.   My yard slopes to a creek in the back, usually just a trickle of water in a deeply gouged meandering stream bed probably about 10 feet deep.  Will have to take a  picture and post as a comparison when it dries up again.  I have a dry creek bed to route the runoff downward without eroding the yard, as well as granite pathways that work in the same fashion.  They were rivers.  Drains are also located on the inside of the fence to shuttle all that water down to the creek.
 This is the water level about 4 hours after the rain has stopped.  The rock is on top of the drain pipe that does down toward the creek.  Currently the drain end is under water (they didn't listen to me when they did the work..duh),

  The other side of the back.  I threw a chunk of philodendron stalk in the back a few years ago.  Guess what!  It rooted!.  There is a lovely plant back there!

 I discovered some erosion a few weeks back in one area and have yet to get it repaired, but I piled the bags of topsoil over the eroded area and added new stone edging to route the water where it should be going (not in the photo) and it worked!  I am psyched.  Next week I will do the repair work.

I love living here.  In spite of all the work that is involved in maintaining this property it is my heart and soul.  My father was a man of the land.  He had a deep conviction that land was of the utmost importance, preserving it, working it, supporting it.  He was an avid gardener, built and maintained miles of country roads and spent most of his hours outdoors.  I hope he would be proud.  I miss him.