Sunday, November 10, 2019

Forty Days and Forty Nights


I know that my reader is probably tired of hearing about this, but I continue to be amazed at the length of these seasonal droughts.  This summer we went more than one hundred days without a wetting rain.  When that dry spell finally broke at the end of September, I assumed that it was the beginning of an autumn cycle that would include a few clouds.  No.  It hasn't rained since.  We passed the forty day mark yesterday and I have begun watering the shrubs at 420 Grand because I can see that they are desiccated.  Oh, but the Susan River is still flowing.

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