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BrotherJoe

September 2007 - Posts

  • Rain.......I don't mind.

    The most amazing thing happened in the last 24 hours.

    It rained.

    It's true what they say, that you don't know what you have until it's gone, and the rain has been gone for some time. Earlier this month we had about one inch over the course of three days, and before that it had not rained in SEVEN WEEKS. And on one hand, there's some benefits to this. I haven't cut my grass since July. You could plan an outdoor party and really not worry about getting wet. The Reds have had almost zero home rain outs.

    However, in my mind the negatives outweigh the positives. My yard just isn't as pleasant without rain. The grass becomes dessicated and everything seems dusty and hot. My flowers and shrubs all wilt and wither, and the cool confines of my air conditioned home beckon me to just say "to heck with it" and go watch the game on television instead of frustrating myself outside.

     But a little rain goes a long way. Already my grass looks greener, and at the right angle I can see a fuzz of fine green blades standing upright amongst the dormant masses. The leaves on my trees seem to be larger, less wrinkled, and my perennials look taller, fuller. It's just great.

    It's easy to complain about the weather, the one factor in my yard that is truly beyond my control, but I believe you have to take the bad with the good. Without this unpleasant aridness we've been experiencing, there's no way that I would eek such joy from an inch of rain. Our recent weather has given me a perspective that allows me to marvel at the effects of even a minute amount of moisture can bring to my garden. And for that I am truly grateful.

  • Indian Summer Days? Not Yet.

    The highlight of my second grade year came very early. Fairfield, Ohio held an annual Indian Summer Days festival in September. It was your standard "Hooray for our town!" sort of event that seemed to celebrate civic pride and the return of children to school in equal measure. As a local businessman, my father was able to have one of his lawn care trucks in the parade to kick off the festival. I got to ride along and throw candy to all the kids my age that were lining the streets. Heady, sugar coated times. It was about a thousand degrees on the day of the parade, which melted some of the candy, but probably helped the beer sales. A co-worker told me on Friday that he wasn't particularly enjoying the "indian summer" we were having. It's been wretchedly hot for September. Half of the days this month have topped out over 90 and we're 12 inches behind on rain. The warm temperatures outside are still great for planting, though a lot of the plant materials at the garden store I frequent are looking a little worse for the wear after all the heat they've been exposed to. I managed to get some planting done - nothing too exciting - and that's good, because as it was I was cooked when I got finished.

    Current weather notwithstanding, this same co-worker also reminded me that Autumn officially began this weekend - which made me just curious enough to look up the phrase "indian summer" and discovered that you can't really call it an indian summer unless you've had a hard frost already - and that it's usually in late autumn, This is just summer. Or it was until about 12 hours ago. So I've been wrong all along. I thought "indian summer" meant you were back in school and uncomfortably warm. Turns out it's more like the nice weather that lets you play backyard football some years at Thanksgiving.

    The good folks in Fairfield have taken to calling it the "September Days" festival - though I imagine they're more concerned about the use of the word " indian" as they were the fact that it can't be an indian summer when summer hasn't ended.