Winds of Change at Our Little House
The only color left to my plants are two little grape tomatoes
Have I mentioned before that it has been a long, hot summer?
Our drought finally broke on Wednesday afternoon and we received some much needed rain.
While I’m usually not one to thank the thunder Gods or embrace the darkness, I turned on an extra lamp in the Belle Writer’s Studio and enjoyed the sound of pelting rain on the roof, glad that what vegetation had survived the drought was getting a good drink.
Dale calls this the “ugly part of summer,” when everything is brown or dying. We have trees that have already lost almost all of their leaves.
