Yesterday afternoon, a 15-minute shower dampened the ground and washed the dust off the leaves. This morning there is genuine rain – three-quarters of an inch in the gauge at eight AM. Seeing the drops hit the earth lifts the spirit of the gardener, and I’m feeling joy on a personal scale.
Two of today’s newspaper stories dealt with the ‘big picture’, the extremes of our country’s relationships with water. The stories were about two cities that Philo & I have briefly seen, but don't really know.
Near-Dust Bowl conditions in the middle of our country meant that for the first time there’s no corn to decorate the Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota. We visited this fun and wacky celebration of agriculture in 1996, just passing through on our way to Devil's Tower.
Uncontrollable, huge amounts of water meant that we're still mourning the destruction of New Orleans one year ago. We've only seen this city from Interstate 10, passing through on our way to the ocean a couple of weeks ago.
Austin needs something like 15-inches of rain to break the drought, but don't want it all at once! For whatever falls today I am grateful.
2016 – APRIL ANNIE’S GARDEN DAY
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