I realize a good chunk of the country is praying for rain, but we got hit hard about a week and a half ago (when I wrote today’s comic) with 5-6 inches. Which pretty much never happens. Especially in the middle of the summer.
Our pond is full, the grass is green and our some time leased cattle are back munching the bermuda in our front yard while making hoof craters the size of dinner plates. We have a fence, but thin wooden rails are no match for an 800 pound cow.
This is all short-lived of course. It was back above 100 on Saturday. I mowed the grass and now will have to start watering again. And the pond is slowly subsiding into the surrounding porous limestone. Pretty soon we’ll be back on water restrictions and hit with red flag fire warnings.
In Central Texas we live on the border of the wettish Texas coastal plain where it meets the arid Edwards plateau. A contest between Green and Brown. Green won a recent battle.
But Brown is winning the war.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: You live in a nice place.