rain!, yardwork, weird dream

Getting a few fully open full size flowers on the confederate rose.

It’s been so dry here, no rain for at least two months, that big cracks were opening up in the shop yard, and neighbor’s yards as well. 

Pot plants had to be watered every day and flower beds frequently. It was almost to the point of not being able to water enough. And then last Tuesday we finally started getting little showers, five or ten minutes of light rain, I was so excited I went out and took a picture of the wet driveway. 

We had a thunderstorm Wednesday night, about an inch and a quarter cumulative of the week by Thursday morning. Several showers on Thursday and remarking how much happier everyone seemed to be at yoga that night, a little shower Friday and finally yesterday a day of real rain, periods of hard rain to light rain off and on all day. 

As of Saturday morning’s issue of the local paper the county’s mean KBDI (Keetch-Bayrum Drought Index) was 645. Anything over 500 and it’s a burn ban so I’m hoping with yesterday’s rain, my rain gauge showed 2 3/8" this morning, it will be enough to lift the ban because my burn pile is huge. 

Tuesday morning Joe and Mary, who maintain the shop yard and around Pam’s house, took out the completely overgrown herb bed in the front that Pam had. I had mentioned I was going to take it out over the winter and since they weren’t getting their mowing income as regularly, no rain no growth, they proposed to undertake the task and I agreed. So that’s done. And, yeah, as usual, no before picture. 

Friday after breakfast I worked over there pruning back and clearing some of the rose bushes Pam had that were being smothered by Virginia creeper and that invasive ground cover that has taken over after the Harvey flood and had blood literally running down my arm and leg from pricks by rose thorns (fucking plavix). I never bled like this on eliquis. So glad it’s only temporary. 

I have a correction to make. The flowering plants I’ve been calling Philippine lily is wrong. They are Philippine violets, barlaria cristata. I think I knew that originally. 

I had a strange dream this morning. I was home from school, as in didn’t go, but I was not of an age to still be in school. I wanted to disassemble my blue skirt to alter it and so my mother came and sat on the bed with me as we ripped out all the seams, taking it completely apart. She had to go do something then and told me I would have to receive all the deliveries that were due that day. Then I woke up. The woman in the dream was not my actual mother visually or behaviorally. My actual mother would never have sat on the bed with me chatting and helping me take apart a skirt. The mother in my dream was the one I always wanted. So I wonder what that was about so late in my life.