I'm going to change my name to Aquarius.
It's been yet another week during which most of my time at the allotment has been spent attached to the watering can. About a third of that time has been actually watering and two-thirds waiting for the can to fill.
Still no sign of the council investigating the problem, let alone fixing it. With no rain, high temperatures and drying winds, the last thing we need is a poor water supply.
Still no rain. It's as though someone has switched off our water supply. Widespread thunderstorms were forecast, but none made it our way. Empty beds that were waiting to be planted up and so weren't watered are either like dustbowls or rocky outcrops. Now that we need to plant in them, we doubt the plants will thrive.
Mid-week, Martyn and I each spent two hours watering. When we water, we try to give plants a good dousing rather than just water the surface. Due to our pathetic watering system, we spend as much time waiting for cans to fill as actually watering. We just have to hope no one else is using the taps when we need to.
Tap water isn't the favoured drink for plants, they much prefer natural, unadulterated rainwater. Sadly, this is not on the menu so they have to make do.
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