And so begins my valiant but most certainly short-lived effort to keep my plants alive. We're having a very dry Spring to go along with our record-breaking high temps and my poor plants are thirsty, thirsty, thirsty.
So far I've managed to water either the front or the back every day. I've even managed to water both the front and the back some days. And Saturday I watered the plants in front twice, morning and evening, because they were just so doggone pathetic.
I'm hoping it pays off, although deep down inside I know my plants are doomed because...well...they're my plants. And I reign Plant-killer Supreme. Although this year my morning glories are already climbing up the trellis quite nicely, something they never managed to accomplish last year. Mostly due to the fact that I didn't have a trellis last year. And we have managed to coax two edible cherry tomatoes off of Husband's plant (I say Husband's plant because he picked it out, not because he's caring for it) and the mint isn't dead yet. So there may be hope.
We shall see. We shall see.