Days of hundred degrees
weeks with little to no rain
but the crops are hanging on!
Drummer Flannagan doin their thing
black blanket tucked under green crops
holding tight to subsoil moisture
So when the crops should look
like the unwatered yards in town
still, they’re growin green!
Soaking up the sun
converting elements to our next meals
We are blessed!
A cold front rolling through
has dropped the temps a lot
Evenings in the 70’s
soft breezes blowing
the roots are going down
deeper and deeper they sink
sipping on the nectar
that we are mostly made of
Leaves that were curled against the drought
are now unfurled, relaxed, relieved….
and so am I!
Waiting for real rain!
But sleeping better!
Selah, Lin 7/2012