YIPPEE, rain! It's still a bit odd to look out at acre upon acre of lush, green land and think, "THIS is a drought?" We don't water anything. We haven't watered anything since we moved here. Gah! That'll make it grow! And then we'd have to mow it, or risk losing the smaller children in the underbrush. But still, it grows. Residentially, the drought hasn't affected the way we run our home or tend to our land. (Mentally, we still live like we are in the desert with a nearly dry well.) But it's been hard, very hard, on the farmers in the area. And just today we noticed (well, Danger Girl noticed) that the grass is awfully crunchy and pokey in the upper meadow. (The rest of us mere mortal were wearing shoes and didn't notice so much.)
But yesterday, it rained. Oh, how it rained. And today, again, it rained. And we all sat out on the porch, reading books, eating otter pops, enjoying the smell of rain. (Not so much the smell of wet dog, but sometimes it's a package deal.) It's beautiful, and although it delayed the painting of the eaves for us, I hope it keeps up for a while. The area really needs the rain.
All is well here. It's simply been too hot 'n sticky to do anything worth blogging about. Somehow, "Got up too late to catch the cool morning. Dang. Moved slowly. Ate otter pops. Did lessons. Laid in bed, reading quietly. Ate Supper..." that's, well, that's difficult to dress up, then, isn't it?
John's summerball league is going well. A little sticky on the town politics, but we're trying fervently not to make eye contact and if anyone approaches us directly about it, we both plan to spout off entirely in Spanish. LOUD Spanish. With lots of hand movement and facial action. Hopefully, if nothing else, they will leave us be. (We would go for a less well-known language, but Spanish is the only other thing we're fluent enough in to be able to respond without accidentally saying something embarrassing.)
We're reading some good stuff right now. That deserves its own post. Right now, though, Zorak is insisting he hasn't seen Radio yet. (But we have. Or, at least, I have. I don't know where he was, though, if he didn't see it, too. Weird.) So I'm going to go kiss those babies one more time, grab my book and my cup, and score some snuggle time while he watches a movie.
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
4 comments:
That is so weird, rain in summer... sounds lovely though! I just can't imagine not having to water during the summer!
I know. It's really quite strange. People here water, too. Gardening is Big Big Big in the South, and there are some Fantasia-quality gardens out here. But we look around and just can't bring ourselves to do it yet. There's *so* much water, relatively speaking. Having grown up in the southwest, it's still a bit jarring to see all this green and know that we haven't done it at all. But it is beautiful. Particularly from inside, where there's a/c and ceiling fans. ;-)
Dy
We don't water anything but the flowers here, due to the delicate condition of our well. The yard got a bit crunchy up front for a while (where it isn't shaded), but now we've been getting rain and it is green. And growing. I enjoy a reasonable amount of gardening, but Not mowing and trimming, so the lush growth is sort of mixed blessing.
I meant to ask about your unfriendly baseball people. I hope they are being nice to John, anyway. I like the idea of responding in a foreign language! There's another good reason to study one.
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