In the spring, we had so much rain, we could hardly get our garden planted. (Not a terrible thing in the end as we still had a late harvest, but all our usual cool weather veggies went by the wayside. No lettuce this spring.) Here’s what the creek that runs through our pastures looks like when it floods:
Here’s what it looks like now:
Normally, it’s somewhere in between. We’ve hardly had any rain this summer. I’ve never seen it completely bone dry as it is now. Even the holes that still have water at times when the creek stops running are dry now. Water has to be carried to the animals because there’s nothing in the creek.
It rained a little bitty bit this past weekend. Look, a puddle!
Yesterday it rained steadily for hours, but the creek still looks like this:
It’s going to take a lot of rain before it makes a difference. The river ford is no longer a ford. There’s no water to ford. It’s dry. The three creeks we drive through on the road from the other direction? Two are dry. One is a puddle.
Baby’s first rain.
I’m ready for this strange, long, unusually hot summer to end.
I’m ready for rain!