As my mother sinks deeper into dementia and I realised I'll be back in my pokey flat before too long, without access to a garden, I decided to plant up all her many, many pots and hanging baskets this year... go out in style, so to speak. "It's what she would have wanted". But I didn't plan for the driest April/May on record and now it's a case of picking and choosing what I try to keep alive; the established stuff in pots has to get priority.
The greenhouse full or tomato plants may be first to bite the dustbowl as we slide towards a hosepipe ban. I've got plans to disconnect the downpipes and redirect the flow into the garden if it eventually rains, but knowing my luck it'll be flash-floody type rain that pelts down for a while, blows out my hosepipe (ooer Mrs) and only waters the top inch of soil. I used the hosepipe carefully for the first time last Monday evening, but by morning everywhere looked tinder dry again... slurped it up without a trace. I feel irresponsible using it weekly, but maybe if I start using disposable pants too we can stop flushing the loo?
It's definitely too dry. Outside, anyway.