At the heart of it, a plant has a few simple needs: some sun, some nutrition, a little water. Provide these and a tiny speck of a seed can magic itself into a murderous thistle plant, a red-petaled poppy flower, a curly head of parsley, a sycamore tree.
When we aren't in residence, we just hope that the plants will tap into their inner Nietzche and embrace that which does not kill them, for it will make them stronger.
It's not ideal. I'd like to have at least one well. And a hand-pump. Maybe next year.
Given the weather, the rain-barrels are good for most of three seasons, anyhow. Winterizing this portable system is easy: disconnect the downspout (windage! -30° temps!), remove the hoses, empty the barrels, open the spigots (water freezes and expands with destructive predictability), and put the barrels under cover.
But that's a job for next fall. April showers are in full gush, and there's a spring clean on at Base Camp. Apparently, the mice have been having a rave. Every cupboard seems to have been used as a most rodential flop-house. Mousey love nests. Grrrr. The plants are fully hydrated; this week's cache of water must go to the annual boiling of the cooking utensils.
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