After a gloriously wet summer, we've moved into a dry as can be late summer/fall. This has been terrible new for any plants anywhere near my realm of responsibilty. The little shurbs are hanging on for dear life.
In a moment of genius, and a need to dead head some flowers, I put the boys on the task. The following photos are just evidence that two little boys can water each other and nearly everything in the yard except a shrub desperate to find water before giving up on the final stages of its life.
I can say that the potted flowers were watered well, because I did it myself. Elliot was watered quite well. You can classify him under self watering.
Harrison was not watered whatsoever, and the plants in his charge were also lightly watered, as a wasp came out and he then threw the waterhose across the yard.
Spraying me alone.
I went to the backyard to grab clippers and came back out the front door only to be sprayed once again.
I've now gained the utmost sympathy for my father, who for many years I snuck up on and sprayed with the water hose every single chance I got. I can't name a single time he washed his car that I wasn't also chasing him with a waterhose while he hollered.
