I have been out in the dried and crusty remains of our pitiful garden. Everything is brown and shrivelled up or if it is green it is drooping. It is heartbreaking. Even the weeds are dying. When you walk across our brown lawn you raise a cloud of dust. The earth is cracking open and that is something I thought only happened in Texas gumbo, you know, that clay they call dirt.
At the moment, it is cloudy and some of the clouds look promising.
I told Gerry at breakfast that if it rained I would do a naked rain dance. I'm seriously considering it. I've also hidden all the cameras, just in case.