True Confessions

– Posted in: Weather

I am a gardening wuss. I don’t like to garden when it’s hot, especially if it’s hot and humid. I also don’t like to garden when it’s too wet out (as in a heavy dew), or when it’s raining, or when it’s too windy, or too cold. Oh, and I don’t like to garden when the soil is dry, either. And usually if the soil is dry, I can’t water because our well is low. When I take a look at this list of “don’ts”, it’s no wonder I don’t get very much gardening done. There’s probably 5 good days in the spring and another 5 in the fall that meet my qualifications!

It’s kind of embarassing to admit this. I like to think of myself as a Dedicated Gardener, though not quite “a loving slave to the goddess Flora,” which is how Ann Lovejoy describes Kevin Nicolay when she dedicates Further Along the Garden Path to his memory. Well, it is a hobby, after all, and how many people pursue a hobby when it doesn’t give them pleasure on some level?

Lately it’s been incredibly humid. In the morning there is a thick blanket of fog over everything, and a dew so heavy I have the kids wear boots to walk in the grass. (I instituted this rule after discovering they were wearing wet sneakers all day long and had prune feet at the end of the day.) When the sun burns the fog away, the temperature rapidly climbs to the high 80s and low 90s. I hate the sensation of wet clothes clinging to my skin, and whether it is from dew or sweat doesn’t make much difference.

So I haven’t been gardening much lately. I’m waiting for the humidity to break. For some reason doesn’t mention the humidity in its forecasts, just the expected temperature highs and lows, and the probability of precipitation, which means I have no idea when the weather will start suiting me again.

About the Author

Kathy Purdy is a colchicum evangelist, converting unsuspecting gardeners into colchicophiles. She would be delighted to speak to your group about colchicums or other gardening topics. Kathy’s been writing since 4th grade, gardening since high school, and blogging since 2002.

Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.

~Adrian Higgins in The Washington Post, November 6, 2013

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