The butter cream marigold was water logged again this morning. Its life has been a series of near-fatal tragedies – half of the original plant burnt out and two later floods. I removed all the water-infused soil and spread it on other plants. As Mike suspected, the container had no drainage. I drilled three new drainage holes, added new gravel, filled with all new topsoil and transplanted the marigold back into the container.
Mike found a bubbler head that will allow less drip water to the container; he came up in the cool of the evening and installed it. That sprinkler head should solve the flooding problem – now I am worried that the plant will not receive enough water. I will monitor over the next few weeks. My heart always has a specially reserved place for plants that are survivors.
PG&E tells me that we have already fewer days above 100 degrees this season. Still time to make up the lack.
I do not know the breeding season and gestation period for quail. In any event, Mama Quail was pecking out the garden this evening and strewing mulch and soil everywhere, and a tiny baby quail was beside her learning the knack.