Post-hurricanes, the needed rain didn't get up to central Arkansas, alas

 

 

                Already Saturday night. Looking out the window, gloom is palpable. The darkness, really dusk, is black beyond the maple tree. The foreground is a carpet of fallen, shriveled leaves hiding the grass beneath. It’s time for me to go out into this scene and retrieve the squirrel-proof-but-not-racoon-proof bird feeder. Racoons can sit on the crossbar of the rusted swing set form, reach out to the feeder, shake it, and soon the wire holding it to the iron latch comes loose the whole thing falls, opening all the feeder squares to the marauder(s). After two nights of this behavior, I bring in the feeder and return it when I arise.

                Now, it’s pitch dark outside, but light inside, what with four lamps in this sunroom-cum-office on the southeast side of this old house. 

                Milton, the ferocious hurricane that followed Helene through Florida had diminished to a Cat 3. When my Gulf Breeze daughter-in-law complained via social media, I answered her, “But you live in Paradise, right?” She answered quickly, “They paved over that a long time ago.”

                The grandsons from Sarasota drove two hours north before the storm, but were back home in two days. Haven’t yet heard about the granddaughter from Tampa who fled to friends in Savannah.

While an MFA online classmate who lives on the east coast of the assailed state prepared, she was not hit except with a little rain and a little wind. “Little” in the sense could be anything short of killer winds and rain. Relatives in Georgia and other southeast states hailed an “all-safe-but-the-yard” message.

While the extreme south’s getting more rain than it needs, we in central Arkansas are thirsting for the liquid stuff. Not that we don’t have access to water, but the plants and trees need some in a big way. I fill pitcher after pitcher to keep the new celosia and pansies watered, plus the mums and what few dianthus plants are still green. I figured out a clever way to keep the two pots of pink petunias blooming: When one pot looks puny, I sit it down in a galvanized bucket that holds the end of the hose, run a bit of water in the bucket and voila, it revives and blooms happily. Same with the other pot.

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