With my usual timeliness, this post is about things that happened a month ago. Specifically, the quite heavy rain we got about a week after my February post complaining about the deer eating my heucheras. The deer had nothing on the rain in terms of damage to our five-month-old landscaping.
Being on the lower part of a hillside, there was quite a lot of water running toward our house. The house itself was fine, since it’s largely built over empty space. But the drainage system, which was installed after the ’97-98 El Nino, was not quite able to cope with the mud and debris that washed down along with the water, so the water had to find alternate routes. This was taken the day after the heaviest rain.
Not much compared to actual flooding, I realize, but still distressing when I saw bare mud and water where my heucheras used to be.
I especially liked how my green spice heuchera had turned into a defunct tennis ball. (That one and the other upper picture were taken about a week and a half later, after the water had drained a bit.)
About two weeks after the video was taken (during which it had continued to rain, though not as hard), spouse and I went out and tried to relocate some of the dirt and mud and unearth our stepping stones. And I realized that my plants were just buried, not washed away!
That last one could’ve been a Find the Plant. It was difficult. I found the upper left one, then spouse unearthed the lower one (the chocolate heuchera, seen in the first pic in the above-linked post), and we both worked at the upper right one. Each plant has its own drip irrigation, so we dug for the tube and then followed it to the drip spout.
Also, I should mention that we had help. Sort of.
The exhumed heucheras are doing well and I’ll put pictures of them and other plants in another post. But in order to have an actual animal photo in this post, I’ll add the deer that we saw a few days later.
Warm lap AND sunlight. What more could any kitty want?
It’s a really beautiful day today, and spouse pried open the human-sized door to the catio. (It’s been sticking since winter.) Instant swarm of cats who had apparently never figured out the cat-sized door that’s been there since fall.
I do a few of them an injustice; Praline, Rhombus, and Quot had all gone out a few times. But they might not have realized how much the weather had changed.
There is no shortage of adorable naps in my house, but these three from yesterday were particularly charming to me.
That last picture was cropped to stay in theme. Here’s the full picture.
We are enjoying a brief pause between rainstorms, so today I was Responsible and spent some time and energy doing garden tasks. I realized that it was the first time in, oh, thirty years that I’ve used a rake. (I grew up in an area which didn’t have enough flat space to need raking, except for the area directly under the enormous live oak tree that held my swing. Not much point in raking that.) And also that my gloves were not entirely thistle-proof. Thanks to all the rain, we’re having a bumper crop of pointy things, albeit mainly around the edges of the area we’re trying to care for.
Unfortunately, all the nice green growing things have not distracted the deer from eating my once-beautiful heucheras. They’re recovering, a little, but we’re making a trip to Home Depot later to get structures to put netting over them.
Here are some pictures I meant to post last year. (Sigh.)
Most of them now look like the second picture, at least the ones that have survived. I’m hopeful that eventually with the application of sun and netting we’ll get something like the other pics again.
Our hanging lantana has also not been well-treated by the weather. But some of them are looking like they’ll bloom if only the big sky spigot will stay turned off long enough. I also pulled at least three would-be oak trees out of their planters, the first sprouted acorns I’ve ever seen.
I’m a little annoyed at myself that I don’t seem to have ever cropped etc the pics of the lantana I took when they were blooming, and I don’t feel like digging them out again. So here’s a picture of Praline dozing.
Quot was intently tracking a moth when it flew to the side and he lost sight of it.
He never did find it. Did you?