Drought

Drought 8.30.15 Their sighs were barely audible as the trees began to absorb each drop. With palpable relief the red bud, river birch, alder, dogwood, pine and fir trees stopped shedding and began to perk up. The longed-for showers had arrived, the first appreciable rain since March. March! It's now almost September. Weather maps were consulted more frequently than usual. Radar was checked. In the middle of the night a soothing drip-drip-drip punctuated our sighs. Some places, far away, are dry. We know that. Low humidity high temperatures moisture almost non-existent. That's the desert. Not here. Not in my backyard. Several dry months in summer perhaps but never persistent drought. Until now. It's here in my backyard Thirst in my backyard. Grass has lost all tinge of green. Leaves and needles galore are nature's litter. Forests are dry. Wild fires abound. Lakes and rivers have little water. Watching foliage shrivel is not an option. Not yet. We can do little but Shrug and water Shrug and water Shrug and water