Drier than burnt toast

So here in the middle of Indiana we’ve been having what some would call a drought, by some I mean everyone. I can’t even remember the last time that it rained here. Of course this is the year that I expanded the garden with the intention of feeding ourselves by eating directly from it and canning stuff for the winter. I’ve been watering, a lot!

They say there is some raining coming tomorrow, of course that’s the day I’m working outside at work. Fun, making countertops in the rain. Should be a great day. The worst part about it is, they are only predicting about 1/4″ inch of rain. Meaning it won’t soak down deep enough to really help my garden or any of my other plants really.

It’s not even really summer yet!

I really hope this is not the preview of things to come. The local farmers are probably fearing the worst right now too.

Mother Nature sure has a way of keeping you in check. When the early thaw came in February/March and I was out tilling the soil and planting before St. Patrick’s Day, I should have known it was too good to be true. I mean I was getting lettuce and radishes in early April! That’s so unbelievable for us in Indiana. Now we pay for it by having a dry late spring.

Let’s just hope this summer is a bit easier than last summer. We need a good one.

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The cold bites at your soul
Like a distant memory rekindled

The wind whips through your hair
The demon is alive

The chill grips your bones
The fire still burns within

In the fridgid cold, life comes to a stand still
But the memories always remain…

I hate the winter, I hate the holidays. The cold, the wind, the snow. Mother nature can never compare to the kind of destruction and suffering that people can cause. Things were well and they are no more…