Y'all are kind to offer to mail dehydrated water; hope you work out the appropriate methodology, but, after all, it's the thought that counts, so many thanks. This is our dryest May in recorded history. Even the liriope is dying. When we moved here, 8 years ago, I bought a coffee can of liriope at a Church rummage sale, paid a dollar for it, and planted it as a border to dianthus. It ate the dianthus, so I moved it to a bed of Russian olive, cone flowers and gallardia. The liriope ate them -- plus a nearby Japanese maple, two pineapple sages, and a baby Afghan pine. At about that time, a dear old friend offered me some wood violets; saying they would surely choke out the liriope. The violets left the liriope strictly alone but ate the bedding chrysanthemums. Thus, even a drought bestows some blessings if the liriope is dying. On the other hand, the lack of rain seems to be making the violets even more voracious. Still, one must have something growing on the bare earth and rock; maybe violets aren't all that bad after all. For your words of sympathy and good wishes, many thanks. Now if some one of you is expert on rain dancing (Margaret, surely someone in Idaho is up on rain dancing). . . Cheers, Pat