Had a friend visiting from New Jersey yesterday. She wanted to water the front. Asked if needed deep watering. I said yes. Found out afterward that, to her, "deep watering" means something just a teeeeeeeny bit different from what deep watering means in dried up, cracking black Texas clay. I love her for braving the heat, the flowers did enjoy the little drink they got--and I am going to set the hose out tonight to run as long as I had planned yesterday.
