I realized with some amusement that the garden expansion I undertook last fall meant it is no longer a one-beer task to water all the beds.
Now, lest you get the wrong idea, I am not much of a beer drinker (and even then I am more of a beer sipper, so drawing out the process) nor am I a profligate water-user. But the seedlings are babies, after all; they’re babies whose roots are not quite down 2″ yet to that nice moist subsoil. (Interesting note: my daughter, upon hearing me call the seedlings “my babies” said “But I’m your baby,” which led to lots of sidestepping on my part, saying the seedlings are her babies too.) I am also a compulsive mulcher, so watering (and weeding) theoretically is not needed nearly as much. There’s no mulching the wee ones, though.