Hubby and I decided to cook out on Saturday evening.
We got rained out.
We were ecstatic.
We are, according to those that keep the records, currently in the driest spring/summer in the 134 years they've kept records. Latest news is we are over 10 inches behind in rainfall.
I grew up in Southern California (AKA Land of Perpetual Drought) and I didn't like it then and I don't like it now. And of course there's fireworks stands all over the place in preparation for Independence Day. Some counties have banned fireworks all together, but ours hasn't. You can almost hear the fire sirens getting ready to blast, can't you?
And interestingly enough, the only thing that really grows during this kind of weather are the ugliest weeds on earth.
And crabgrass.
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What I'd give for any rain at all...
God has a wry sense of humor: letting weeds grow on practically no moisture at all. It just ain't fair!
Oooh, I can't wait for your tales of the 4th!
It hasn't rained here in forever-- until today. I'll wish some your way....
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