I was definitely figuring that most everything in the yard would be dead when I finally for back from my two week trip, July 10th to 24th, or, at the very least, all the flowers in containers. I mean, I really watered them heavily every day the last three before I left and even put the containers together in the front and back of the house so Liz could water them.
I found out she never watered them once as she is paranoid about how much water we have left in the well, although at almost 300 feet, I think we'll be ok, even if neighbors continue to water their grass. Hey, grass will come back after a drought, except maybe that located over the septic lines (I found out this the hard way).
Other than the three container vegetable plants, everything survived. Fortunately, we did have a little rain on several occasions while gone.
Sure Glad the Yard Pulled Through. --RoadDog
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