I used to have a section of my garden divided into two parts -- the rose nursery, where the new baby rose bushes were pampered, and the rose hospital, where the gopher victims were coaxed back to life. As the quantity of my plants increased, the section was taken over by new beds for plants that needed a place to grow. Containers now have to serve as the pampering place for my new and ailing plants.

Same for me, Zuzu, until suddenly last summer I realized the plant I'd been cutting back for two years that kept reappearing was a crape myrtle. I have no idea where it came from but persistent as it was, I just gave it that part of the bed and moved on to the back yard container for the hospital. Everything that had so carefully been planted in it died from the drought, so I really thought it had become a plant graveyard until all those ailing plants took on new life a couple of months ago and the back yard container is really crammed full now.

Never a dull moment in a garden.

Zuzu .
Sharon about climate change. It is supposed to be hot and arid this time of the year. 45c daytime and 32c night time but I am just now sitting in 24c (26c wrong) . Yesterday 102mm of rain fell on Lahore and broke an all time record. 14 died. My plants from an Intensive Care Unit have shifted to a temperate climate with humidity of 75% instead of the usual 16% . What in heavens is going on .
You do have the knack of painting a lovely picture with words . Very few can.
Regards,
Arif.
Edited to correct the temp reading.

Sharon does paint lovely pictures with words. Once a painter, always a painter, I guess. Only the canvas changes.

As accustomed as I am to low humidity, I think 75% humidity would be just as distressing as 4 inches of rain in one day. How did the 14 people die? Was there flash flooding?

Don't know what's happening with the climate, except it's keeping us on our toes trying to keep up with its unusual changes, Arif.
And my plant hospitals are too full of healthy patients now. I need desperately to do something about that.

Thanks about the 'words', too, I do appreciate your words as well.

Oops, Zuzu, thank you.
Almost missed that post and your kind words.

Sharon .
Zuzu, mud houses collapse but this time even brick ones collapsed. The rain fell while people slept.
Regards,
Arif.

I don't understand, Arif, is it because there's so much sand in the soil; did the foundations of the houses shift with the sand in all the rain?

This part of the world has a lot of the wretched of humanity who can only afford mud houses with thatch roof. Problems do not drip on them but they pour. Sharon, mud houses just dissolve. When the walls dissolve the heavy supports of the thatch roofs fall onto the sleeping occupants.
Hard to explain but some day I will post photographs which will open eyes to the bitter truth but then it is best to ignore and not get involved. We cannot afford to get involved with the wretched but keep our rose coloured blinkers on. Better not to know.
Except for fate of birth, there go I .
Regards,
Arif.

Sorry Arif, you mentioned bricks above and I was referring to them. Disasters and casualties break my heart.

Sharon life deals each a different set of cards. We can feel sorry but cannot do much on an individual basis. It is only on the institutional level that things can be done for the downtrodden. I am quite sure that everyone of us tries in his individual capacity .
Regards,
Arif.