The garden frustrates me. When the rain ends (was it March? I think it was March) suddenly I am the only thing keeping dozens of plants alive out there. We don't have sprinklers with timers (although we're working on adding drip irrigation with timers). Mostly I water with a watering can. I go out at naptime and tiptoe around, handing out starvation rations to the drought-stricken. Of course nothing really flourishes. Still, spring is the prettiest season in the garden.
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