So, today I am doing my Indian rain dance…We need to have a good inch dropped here on the farm to recover from a couple of weeks without rain. The heat being what it is has sucked the soil dry and the plants are stressed…really stressed. I was watering yesterday evening just to keep them alive for you really can’t water deeply enough to resupply the water table under the soil without standing there in one spot for minutes with your water hose spraying one area at a time. This is also one of the things I like to show interns here on the farm that after a couple of hours of watering the field during the mid-summer taking them back out into the field and asking so you watered these beds deep enough you think? I would say…no less with a little smirk on my face…Oh yes…the beds are well watered..we shouldn’t have to water for another couple of days Peggy…I got em’ good…really, they would say…I would reply as I was bending down over the bed…yep…they look wet enough don’t they? Oh yes…most of them would reply back to me…I drench them they would often reply …then I would take my finger and rake off the top couple of centimeters of soil and there it is…dry as a bone…astonishment is always the reaction you get…How can that be…I watered the heck out of this bed…is always the next thing I hear…Yes, I know you did…and mostly they did…the soil is so dry and parched it would take ten times the amount of water to begin to penetrate the ground all the way to the root where the plant needs it most. With hand watering all you are doing is easing some of the stress of the plant… It’s important to note…It is better to deep water then to just fly though your garden with a water hose damping the leafs and ground. But even than…nothing beats a good 30 minute rain shower…nothing.
It is still miserably hot and humid here in Middle Tennessee. Too hot to get much done in the field I’m afraid. This is weed loving weather too so these beasts are going crazy right now and taking over the farm. It is driving me insane not being able to spend much time battling these bed bullies not to mention planting new crops. It’s too hot to plant…nothing wants to poke their heads up and out of the soil in this hostel environment. So Mark and I along with the farm crew are muddling by kickin’, cussin’ and doing sacred rain dances…well maybe I am the only one dancing…but at this point I am willing to try just about anything to turn this season around so far it’s been an uphill battle all the way..
Last night I was watching the local news weather report with Nancy Van Camp… I really like her…anyway…she said this had been the hottest June in 57 years. We were in the high 90’s for 21 days straight. And that isn’t what the heat index was that would have been over 100 for 21 days straight. Our average rainfall for the month of June is over 4.0 ” but this year here in Goodlettsville we have seen .63 in other words we are dry…dust blow dry.. Well the clouds are building so I am off to conjure up Grandma’s spirit to get this rain dance started:)