This morning, the sky was low and heavy, and for a few hours, I thought it might hold a promise of rain.  Unfortunately, the promise burned off with the noon sun, and we remain stubbornly drought-bound. 

I’m more than ready for rain.  Everything is so dry.  There’s a blanket of dust lying over the leaves on the trees by the side of the road. 

 I’ve been watering the perennials and herbs by hand, hauling buckets up from the creek, because I’m concerned about the well with the drought.  Our land is currently resting for the Sabbath year (which, for us, begins and ends on August 9th), which means there are no annuals to water, including no vegetables.  I’ve missed having fresh vegetables, but at the same time, I’m very glad to not have the extra watering to do right now. 

 I hope it rains soon…