I’ve been up this morning since 3:30, listening to coyotes and katydids,watching dawn slowly arrive.
As I’m sure everybody knows, the Southeast is in the grip of a severe drought. Here in the mountains, lawns are dead and crispy, the plants on the side of the road are wilted at 10 a.m., and once again the hay is looking pretty bad (and pretty expensive). Surprisingly, our garden is doing ok, in spite of our not really being able to water it from our little spring, which—also surprisingly—is hanging in there. A lot of wells and springs bigger than ours are slowing down ; I guess ours is The Little Spring That Could!
I find drought depressing and stifling. I just want to go to the beach.
Next up: A less whiny post!







