I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Real rain. Deep soaking rain. Temp is 40 and the rain just keeps coming down. The plants will be thrilled even if they are dormant for the most part.
Pony Baloney and Wiseguy insisted on eating in the rain. Tanka liked being in the shed to eat although I see his butt is out in the rain now.
My only concern is the horses being really wet and then the weather turning to freezing.