I knew the rain was coming, and actually was really looking forward to it. I was thinking I'd need to have the hose surgically removed from my hand if we didn't get get a break from the heat. But I was reminded this morning of why rain in the middle of July is not a good thing for gardeners.
I went outside to check on things this morning, and when I looked over and saw the Peegee Hydrangea, my stomach sank. I was afraid to get closer. I just knew I'd find all the main branches broken off.
THANKFULLY, nothing is broken...yet. I tried shaking some of the water off, but they're so dang heavy that I feared I'd be the one doing the breaking. Gaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, this suuuuuckks.
Look at this poor thing!
It makes me sick to my stomach.
And the Peegee isn't the only plant to take a literal beating. My other hydrangeas, most of the annuals, and tons of tall perennials, are bent over and laying in the dirt.
Luckily, I have a tomato cage at the base of this dahlia, because without that small amount of support, it surely would have been broken off at the base.
The potted Curly Willow is all bent over.
And look at my poor 'David' Phlox.
I couldn't look at any more. I had to come in the house.
I can only imagine what my poorly staked tomatoes look like.
I don't wanna know.
And it's supposed to rain at least through tomorrow.
My stomach can't take it.
I'm gonna go rock myself in the corner now.
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