You in the northern hemisphere who are celebrating the late arrival of spring, the blooming of the flowers, the greenness of the grass… well, it’s summer in the tropics and our yard is now a vibrant shade of utter deadness. That’s the garden with its dull brown grass. Doesn’t matter if you water it twice a day, the dry, dull deadness remains. Speedy has given up. It’s the same every year. It’s a waste of precious water (so darn expensive in suburbia) because the roots of the grass never have enough time to soak up with water. The sun is just so hot that water never seems to leave the surface of the earth. Instant evaporation.
Of course, I’m exaggerating. The grass isn’t really dead. It’s more like in a suspended state of animation. It needs rain. Hours and hours of non-stop rain so that the water can seep deep into the soil before the sun can take it away. In a month or so, the monsoon season will begin and the grass will get all the water that it needs. Meanwhile, we have to bear with its deathly color.
And it isn’t just the yard that’s parched dry. The patches of grass by the front door are in a race with the yard as to which turns the dullest and the driest first.
The only reason there are still spots of green in front of the house is this.
The two planters with forget-me-nots. Speedy never neglects to water them. In doing so, the ground gets drenched a little too.