I am officially an old person. I’m going to complain about perfectly fine weather. We could use some rain. I tried to water a garden and the hose caused dust to arise.

I hauled out a bucket of sprinklers and found every one with some sort of malfunction. Were they saved with my so-called good intention to fix them? Honestly, this is a lifelong habit. I guess it’s a product of being raised by parents who lived through the Great Depression.

Last week I mentioned the heinous wild morning glories run amok in the vegetable garden.

I have a couple observations about morning glories.

The Heavenly Blue variety is lovely but I have found they take forever to bloom. They will grow 20 feet up a trellis before a single flower emerges, often not until late August or early September.

My favorite is the heirloom Grandpa Ott’s. It was one of the plants tied to the founding of the Seed Savers Exchange in 1975. It has a distinctive heart-shaped leaf and a very dark purple flower. It will self sow. Learn to recognize the difference in leaf shape so as not to weed it out with its wild cousin.

I had it reseed into a large ornamental pot and grow along with a red mandevilla. Both made it up to the top and across an entryway pergola. Nature won the design prize this year. My job was only recognizing it in its babyhood.

Speaking of baby plants — I seeded several trays of perennials in early spring. Time, as is its custom, got away from me, and I gave them an occasional sip of water all summer. I finally moved the poor things into some larger pots to winter over.

In my perfect world (in which I do not live) they would have spent the summer in good planting mix in the aforementioned large pots and be ready for fall transplanting.

There is a pear tree on State Road at the home care building just up from the MV Bank on the right. It always has tons of good looking pears.

The fruit falls on the road, breaks open and feeds the local flock of turkeys. I think those turkeys spend their night in the old cemetery at the end of Delano Road.

Back in the day I was known to jump out of the truck and gather roadside fruit drops. My jumping-out-of-the-truck days are long gone plus there is way too much traffic nowadays.

Back briefly to the dry weather. My friend Sharlee called to say this has been the fifth driest September since the 1940s. That seems significant. I read in an old farmers book that it is an abhorance for the earth to freeze dry. So if we do not get some rain soon it would be good to deeply water some favorite plants, trees and shrubs.

Because Violet is Gen Z she shares funny and certainly clever takes from social media over the latest right wing talking points, especially the alleged eating of cats and dogs.

After a good laugh I cannot stop thinking about the real live people affected by such racist nonsense.

I watched a factory owner in Springfield, Ohio, being interviewed. He has hired 30 hardworking Haitians. He says he wishes he had 30 more. He says they are revitalizing his business and the town as a whole.

A minister of a local church chimed in that attendance has picked up with many young families now joining the aging congregation.

Correct me if I’m wrong, didn’t we all come from somewhere? I sincerely hope this stops before someone gets hurt.

P.S. I wrote this on Tuesday. On Wednesday I woke to weather forecasts of rain for days. Does it help when I complain?