This has been a pretty good summer, compared to a winter with very little snowcover, rabbits eating my orchard and high winds killing my tomatoes in the spring. Much of it has been spent preparing my yard for grass, again, from seed… My first crop three years ago was winter-killed. I’ve chose a more hardy variety this year, based on Kentucky Blue Grass.
We’ve had only one thunder storm that I can recall and very gentle rains otherwise. July actually had a decent amount of rain. August, OTOH, had very little rain and hot dry winds. I’ve had to have sprinklers running almost every day to keep the seed from staying dormant. It’s almost as if our summer has had an extra month of wind added to the spring and July was pushed back to August. Surely the good times will roll now. Surely I will get some gentle rains to coax my seed into life.
The patch I’ve been watering is now full of juvenile grasses some with two leaves, and a mess of weeds I will have to mow soon or they will take over.
Anyway, between attention to watering and some modest harvest of lettuce, radish, potato, pepper and tomato, I’ve watched quite a bit on Netflix. My favourite has been The Martian, a rather silly sci-fi thing about an astronaut abandoned on Mars growing potatoes to stay alive… Yes, it is that silly, and it’s ripe with technical errors like insanely heavy/large equipment to transport that far, huge errors in the atmospheric pressure, zero gravity in a capsule with rocket engines running, failure to conserve angular momentum…. You get it. It’s Hollywood. What I like about it is the story, which is almost plausible, the kinds of things that can go wrong in travelling in space, why we send robots… The music’s not bad either. There’s some disco, ABBA, and Gloria Gaynor’s “I will survive”. Anyway, Netflix is pulling The Martian and replacing it with this schlock.
Right. Nothing of interest here. Move along. Fortunately, there’s fall coming with hunting. Thanks to global warming, it should be long and comfortable, or not…