I stand patiently, hose in hand. I gently point out examples of what happens when plants don’t get water. See? See the wilted petals? See the brown edges on leaves? They underscore the importance of regular watering. Plants need water, I stress to her.
I turn on the hose and show her how much water is enough, and how to apply it – gently so it doesn’t beat down the plants. As I water, I glance back over my shoulder to see if she’s paying attention. Her countenance is a bit dark and scowled, but suddenly the downcast look gives way to a cheerful spark of understanding. She’s got it! I think. I hope.
As I wrap up the watering, I prompt her one last time: she needs to do what I just showed her, all over our property, at least once a week. Twice if she gets all hot and bothered, as she’s prone to doing this time of year.
I really hope my lesson has sunk in this time around.
I return indoors.
The next morning, I peek outside to see how she’s doing. Nothing so far. I’ll give her time – maybe tomorrow she’ll do as I’ve asked.
A day, and then two days pass. Still no sign that our time together had any effect on her.
By the fourth or fifth day, I have to assume she has once again forgotten my admonitions. It’s hard to stay angry with her when she has such a sunny disposition. But when it comes to doing her chores, she’s a real slacker this time of year.
Happy gardening,
Terry
