It's Watering Day.

We can use the sprinkler for three hours this morning and again this evening, oh happy day.

My back yard was as far as I can tell, a swamp before some contractor decided it would make a fine residence for something other than polliwogs.

The Ligularia is looking happy and I can only think there is a mess of water under it's feet, perhaps part of an underground stream.

I think the squash plants resemble green toad stools, bent out of their usual shape in their quest for moisture.

The white day lilies are bearing up well and like to be admired.
That's my job.