Winter Interlude

Well, today was the day. A warm spell between two cold, dry spells. So guess what I did? I watered my grass.

It seems silly to water the lawn in the middle of January, but this isn’t an ordinary January. The average temperature seems to remain about the same, but we go from above normal to below normal, which averages out to . . . normal. With no moisture except one decent snowfall and one light dusting, the recommendation from the people I bought the grass from was to make sure it got plenty of water even in the winter.

So I finally caught the right day. I missed the last perfect day because I had to work, and although the highs have been respectable, the lows were way low, so the hoses didn’t thaw out. And to be honest, I probably wouldn’t have thawed out. I tend to sprinkle myself as well as the lawn when I set the hoses, and I don’t fancy myself as a Patsicle.

I don’t expect to have this situation once the grass takes hold, but the lawn is still too new to be left to the vagaries of the weather. And anyway, it was a pleasant day, and I had a chance to be outside for a while and soak up some sun, though how much sun I soaked up wearing a winter coat and a sun hat, I don’t know. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

Tomorrow will be another day much like today, but I doubt I will water again. With a new cold cycle starting, the moisture won’t be evaporating any time soon. So, a whole day to myself with nothing on the schedule! Wow! I’ll certainly enjoy the freedom.

[I just deleted a whole section that mentioned plans for after my day of freedom. The Tarot cards today warned me to be prudent, keep silent about future plans, and take into confidence only those I absolutely must. I figured since I go through the trouble of reading the cards every day, I ought to heed them when they offer good advice. I certainly don’t want to advertise when I’ll be away, even though I have nothing anyone wants, except perhaps the house itself.]

I hope you’re doing okay wherever you are, and that those caught in the winter storms sweeping across the USA will be safe and warm.

Incidentally, those aren’t my sprinklers in the photo, and that’s not my grass. The sprinklers I have are the kind that can be held by hand or placed on the ground. I use them both ways, on the ground for large areas, by hand for the narrow strips. In the spirit of prudence, I thought it best not to post a photo of my house and lawn, though I have done so many times before.


Pat Bertram is the author of intriguing fiction and insightful works of grief.

2 Responses to “Winter Interlude”

  1. Carol J. Garvin Says:

    I’m not a Tarot cards kind of person, but being prudent about advertising your plans on social media is always good advice. I’m in awe of your dedication to lawn watering. It’s a good thing I don’t have any newly-planted grass here, because we never water our lawns. Of course, we live in the Pacific Northwest, which normally gets more than enough regular rainfall, so that helps. We live rurally and depend on a well, so only the most thirsty plants and shrubs (chiefly the newest ones) get watered. When we moved here I recall being advised that if we water deeply once or twice a week, roots will work their way down into the soil to find the moisture, but frequent shallow sprinkling that wets only the top half-inch of soil will keep roots near the surface where they can quickly dry out and die. Our grass sometimes turns brown near the end of a hot, dry summer, but always turns green again within a week after a good rainfall. You’ll be glad when yours finally gets well established and won’t require such careful attention…although there’s something nice about enjoying those quiet moments outdoors, isn’t there?

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      The problem with infrequent watering here in the summer is that there is no moisture for the roots to dig down and find. But when I am in the mood, watering is a lovely activity for being outside and enjoying the warmth of the sun, the green lawn, and the blinding blue skies.

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