May 26, 2006
dry as a popcorn fart
My friend catfish dropped by the Crackerbox to pay me a visit yesterday. I think a lot of people have been emailing and calling him, requesting that he check up on me to verify that I was still breathing. Well, he DID and I AM, so y'all quit bugging him now.
Cat wanted a few green tomatoes for some kind of pickled concoction that he and Nancy intended to make, so we went out to my garden to pick some. Bejus! That was a heart-breaking experience.
Being somewhat sickly of late, I haven't been back there in damn near a week. During that time, we've had 90+ degree temperatures every day and nary a drop of rain. My "garden" now looks like a parched, arid desert, dry as dust. Even the damned WEEDS are wilting.
We picked a few tomatoes and I turned on the sprinkler, but it may be too late to save some of the plants. I think a lot of 'em baked to death while I was laid up. I shouldn't be surprised. Even the grass in my yard is turning brown and it crunches when you walk on it. We're having a serious spring drought--- as bad as any I can remember here in southeast Georgia.
It really IS as dry as a popcorn fart. I should be able to salvage SOME of what I planted (I still have a lot of tomatoes, although they appear to have gone on a growth-strike), but it's looking kinda bad out there now. I'm gonna have to pour the water to it and hope for the best.
I blame Global Warming.
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