As I recall, July is notorious for lack of rain.

I spent the entire eight-hour work day on one property doing nothing but hauling hoses around.

One would think that a garden-type person would appreciate what hot, humid weather does for the rapid growth of plants.

If a person would create a meadow, winter rye and vetch could be planted in the fall – turned over in the spring and replanted with buckwheat for summer.

It always struck me as odd that after the summer solstice the days start getting shorter.

I’d kill for a nice steady rain. I know that is an unpopular statement.