It has been in the 40s and 50s and dark with wind and intermittent drizzle several days this week. Others have complained about the weather (“Where did our summer go?” as we all pulled out our winter hats and gloves) but I am grateful to God for the rain.
We actually didn’t get much water — after being a parched and cracked crater, the pond now has small puddles in the bottom — but the land has soaked in the moisture and plants have shot up green overnight.
The forest trails where I walk the dogs are suddenly carpeted with bunchberry dogwood.
Starting tomorrow the 10-day forecast is for sun and steadily increasing heat. I will try to enjoy it like a normal person instead of worrying anxiously about drought.