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I've stayed up all night watering the grass in my front yard. I've got a huge fifty year old Magnolia tree in the yard, so I try to keep it somewhat watered, and the ST. Agusting grass grows welln in the shade. There's also Bermuda grass mixed in, and a very few awful patches of a weed called Dallas grass. It has long roots, and if you can pull it all out, you can get rid of it. I get more dirt under my manicured nails that way. I like watering in the darkness of night. One thing, I've learned the low spots in the yard. I have a birdhouse gourd vine growing on a couple of ligustum bushes, and they seem to be flowering. I've peaked in the sunflower forest. Maybe I can still get pictures, but it's 10-12 foot high of brown sunflowers, and a couple of other plants that flower. Looking forward to a small November harvest from the back yard this year. I take my flashlight, and I usually walk bare footed, sometimes eeking due to a sharp stick from the tree. I'm using a sprinkler that passes back and forth, so I stand there for a couple of sweeps to make sure I'm watering what I intend to, rather than the street. Except for the sunflowers, and my budding and flowering plants, I've given up watering the back yard. It's been over 100 degrees every day for 68 days as of today, Friday, September 2nd. My hour is up as my strawberry minute timer just went off. So I'll gather my flashlight, and see if I can wrap up the front watering in another hour, almost dawn. |