Relative Something

Real rain fell on the land last night. It was glorious. Adding to our excitement, there were moments of spectacular lightning bolts flashing across the sky. It’s been over a month since we received any measurable precipitation, and the ground was as dry as I’ve ever seen it.

I’m actually looking forward to the possibility of some mud in the paddocks this morning, although it would be a surprise if the ground didn’t fully absorb all the water like a thirsty sponge.

Despite the two nights that dipped below freezing last week, there are still places where the grass continues to grow, and Cyndie just found new blossoms on the hollyhocks she got from Liz. I don’t know what to expect next after this dose of life-giving water.

Maybe a period of normal weather. Wait, what is normal weather?

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