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Pale pink camellia in the rain |
This is a semi-arid region, and we seldom have rain between May and October, and even when we aren’t in a drought year, we go for many months with no rain at all. Even succulents and sages can look haggard until the first rain comes.
It always amazes me how different the rain from the sky is compared to water from our sprinklers.
Rain reaches all the spots I missed and the plants like it better than the municipal water. In just a few hours the outdoors is transformed.
Rain smells wonderful and is full of chemical magic.
In the 30-some years I’ve lived in Santa Barbara, I’ve seen a few years of serious drought, and I know that water conservation can make a huge difference. Except for the veggie patch, I favor drought tolerant plants and use lots of mulch to slow evaporation.
I am very miserly in regard to every precious drop. But now that it’s raining, the moisture seems unlimited, and I feel rich.
Our pooches are not happy about it. Our 12-year-old dog is a veteran of many downpours, but it’s still a shock to his system to brave the elements. Our 7-month-old pups have never seen rain and are convinced that if they go out in it they will surely melt.
I lead the way, encouraging them to get wet with me. I feel like dancing in the rain. If I am out there getting drenched, it must be the right thing to do. So they follow.
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Nell encounters her first rain puddle |
The plants and I are very grateful for this gift of rain. The dogs will get used to it soon enough.