ago it rained. Some places in the state received about 30mm of rain, but we were happy with our 3mm. Such an exciting time for us (and our garden) that I took a photo of the rain falling on the back steps. It’s impossible to see the actual raindrops in the photo but you can see, by the wet steps, that there was, indeed, water around. And then, yesterday, it rained and rained. It rained all night as well and when we looked at the rain gauge this morning, there was well over 30mm in it.
And so now the grass has a chance of becoming green again; the half dead shrubs are already looking brighter and not quite so ‘dead’. I don’t think there are degrees of ‘dead-ness’ but many plants have been looking almost dead, even though there is often life hidden deep down near their root systems.
And now I am wondering about myself. How is it that I can write a whole paragraph about the weather? How is it that rain drops have become something to be excited about? It’s not all to do with getting old. I think it’s more to do with the relief that this terrible time of unusual and destructive weather events (brought about by global warming/climate change) has not condemned our little part of the world to permanent drought.