In Finland, we have a (usually ironic) comment that you speak of the issues that are in short supply for you. To illustrate that: at the end of the six-month dry season in Zambia our family had only two topics, namely 1) when will it rain? and, 2) what if it won’t?
Feeling a bit like that at the moment. Mind you, we have had one shower in June (less than two hours, gentle rainfall that hardly wetted the cabbage leaves), but all in all it has been pretty desertish here – +31 at daytime, +12 at night. Rather many vegetables/herbs haven’t bothered to germinate – what would the use have been?
We have done what we can (sorry – I didn’t intend to sound so pathetic), with some voluntary neighbourly help: Hannu from downhill has brought us two tractorloads of grass/hay for mulching
We water the vegetable patch and the greenhouses every morning as early as possible. Almost everything has now been mulched – just to keep the carried moisture in the ground.
Even the flowers (Ricinus, zinnias, cotton, okra) have been mulched. Only the greenhouses and the herbs stay mulchless.
After the chores have been carried out we go to see water. The nearby lake is of course an obvious destination with its flag irises
and its evening clouds like griffins
The second favourite site is a small brook where Beautiful demoiselles flit like black shadows above the shady water
till a sunbeam turns them into jewels.
After a vicarious revelry in/with water we turn back home to have dinner – cucumber, of course, with its 97% of water.
Regardless of the water issue, grilled cucumber or gherkin with whipped horseradish topping is a true summertime luxury.
All things considered, one has to admire our Number One opportunist – a smug Tuftie after a quick dip in its water bowl…