A RARE wet summer is turning my gardening days upside down.
Normally February’s most strenuous activity is moving sprinklers but this year I’ve hardly touched a hose.
Grass is unnaturally green, flower borders are a startling jungle and if Bill gives me one more colander of spinach, I won’t answer for the consequences.
One result of the unexpected precipitation is that I can’t judge if my re-designed and re-planted front garden (The Land, January 14 and 21) actually works.
It’s growing beautifully and looks healthy and happy with no extra water.
But how it would handle a normal Central Tablelands summer – hot, dry – rather than one more reminiscent of Bill’s New England childhood – cool, damp – I’ve no way of knowing.