I’m sure I’ve probably called something ELSE our first harvest by now, but… This one will be way more exciting.
It’s our first RAINWATER harvest, and it’s coming… SOON (hopefully)!
Yesterday was the first day of the rest of our lives.
It basically hasn’t rained since we moved in in June 2012, really (good thing we got a new roof!), and at this point we’ve pretty much given up on planting a tropical jungle of food in our backyard any time soon. We’re too busy saving the glasses of water we don’t finish overnight for our dying rose bushes.
But we finally got some relief. Not in the form of liquid manna from heaven (yet – although there are some weird clouds on the horizon as I post this, so… fingers crossed). We’re no longer in this alone, you see…
We have Roselio. Our new gardener.
He’s in this with us now on a weekly basis. Devoted to turning both our front and back yards into something trim and tidy and drought-tolerant. Devoted to fixing existing sprinkler and drip systems and installing new ones to help the water go where it’s needed most. Devoted to helping us move beyond grass once and for all. Devoted to helping us keep up with the weird habits of our nine confused fruit trees and our now-never-out-of-season vegetables.
Devoted to helping us get our weekends back.
And, Trent would like me to add that he completed OPERATION: FIND SOMEONE TO HELP US, DAMMIT three weeks ahead of the deadline I gave him.
To course-correcting; and to sitting on our asses on Sunday.