Gasping Gardens

The garden is gasping. Although we've had 3 sprinkles since the beginning of April, rainfall adds up to 1/10 of an inch so far this month. In March, we had 1/2 inch of rain, and in February 1". The soil feels like powder.

Fortunately my well produces 12 gallons/minute, so i have begun watering the flowerbeds. These beds have a new covering of mulch, which serves to keep dampness in the soil (just in case there is any) and to prevent evaporation.

Aging drys our bodies up, as various lubricating fluids become scarce for the post-menopausal woman. The first thing that happened to me was frozen shoulders, where the synovial fluid in the joints disappears. A year of daily therapy or yoga (on each side) eventually restored mobility.

For now, the gardens are living on their store of energy, and our bodies do the same. The garden looks the same as in a rainy spring, and i look less and less like i did in the springtime of my life.

Let's go get a drink of water and recognize that the water in the glass is not different from the water in the body is not different from the water in a daffodil.