“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 897 (Monday) – rain

Parched flowers,
hang by a thread.

It has been a summer of occasional promises of rain and near misses. Maybe we would get ten rain drops and often it seemed the rain was somewhere that was not here. The flowers in the planter have been parched. Despite efforts to water them, they have been baked and it's a miracle any of them are still alive. 

The front “lawn” crunched underfoot for days (weeks?) where the grass was valiantly attempting to survive. The weeds have miraculously managed to stay green, although the growth has been significantly slowed this year. Past summers have required a 7-to-10 day mowing cycle, but this year, it's been maybe only three times. If there is an upside to a drought, that would be it. 

Today started cloudy, and finally, it rained. There was a soft and gentle rain in the afternoon. It was friendly, congenial, and quite welcome. Winston didn’t seem to mind it during his potty break and I didn’t mind it while standing there at the gate keeping an eye on him (in scientific terms, observing his pee color and volume). It was like a friendly pregame party. An appetizer of sorts. The gentle rain didn’t last long before it took a break. 

It seemed to be getting
 greener as it rained.

A couple hours later, it rained again. It was less timid. Steadier. Heavier. More determined. It rained with a quiet confidence. The usual puddle (“Lake Lafayette”) formed at the end of the driveway.

Around 7:00, it was raining and the light took on an interesting quality. The sky was gray, but the light was also bright and a bit golden with the usual evening glow. It seemed the front lawn was turning greener as I watched.

There is more rain in the forecast for Tuesday, and as long as there is some pacing involved, it will be good. Hopefully, today’s rain helped to prepare the ground to receive more water. And hopefully, there will be some more rain for it to receive. We need it. Just not all at once. Pacing, please!