Our Drought is History

Today's deluge

Today’s deluge

I read that February broke our all time record for rainfall.  Our multi-year drought is finally broken!

I am thrilled that the drought is gone.  That means lots of flowers and mushrooms this year.  But I am wondering if I should consider building an ark now.  🙂

Right now lightning is flashing and thunder is booming.  A tornado watch is in effect.  Colder weather is moving in behind the rain.  It sure is testing my patience, as I am beyond chomping at the bit to get the fan installed in the trailer.

As changeable as the weather is lately though, I’m still hoping that an unpredicted, beautiful day will pop up.  I’ll be ready when it does come!

I am working hard to keep a positive, cheery outlook. Warm, sunny weather will be such good medicine!

On the other hand, Sheba doesn’t care about the rain.  I opened the door to take a photo for the blog and she tore out into the downpour.

As an old friend would say, “That dog’s not right bright.”  😀

Time Between Camping Trips :)

We’re planning to attend a Casita Rally in Cherokee in October, followed by another week’s camping at Lake Allatoona.

In the meantime, I’m running out of things to do for fun. Normally, I would be entertaining myself hunting fall mushrooms, packing them in the dehydrator, and hoarding up a supply to last me through winter. But our exceptional drought has made that impossible.

So… on my mushroom board, there’s a poetry corner where people write mushroom related verses. I hadn’t written any verse in decades, but it’s been really fun putting my frustration with the drought in rhyme.

So, to prove how bored I’ve been lately, I offer the following!

I long for the patter of rain,
But fluffy white clouds do not deign
to give up a drop,
not even a plop,
This drought is a mushroomer’s bane.

Gray thunderclouds sailed by today
Then carelessly floated away
But still I can smile
at least, for a while,
They say it may rain for four days!

Gray banks of clouds obscured the sky
and dimmed the sun, but that is all.
It seems this dusty, arid, dry
event will last throughout the fall.

So I’ll just hold the dream in mind
of soft, warm rains and fairy rings,
And when they come, I’m sure I’ll find
much sweeter, yet, the shrooms of spring.

Rain Evades Us

Here we are in Georgia:

Persistent drought

And here’s a picture of all the gorgeous rain that’s predicted for our area…. only it is moving northeast and most of it looks like it will miss us on animated doppler radar.

The rain is moving northeast, so will miss our area of exceptional drought.

Oh well… it’s nice to see rain that close anyway.  Someday our time will come.

The mushroom hunting season will be winding down soon. Looks like I’ll have to wait for next year.  🙂

Lake Allatoona

My gang.

We’re at the McKinney Campground of Lake Allatoona, GA COE.

Ron with Sheba and Sunny

My big reason for wanting to come here was mushroom hunting.  On the drought map, it looked like this is just north of the exceptional drought line.  I just KNEW that since it’s prime wild mushroom season that I would hit the jackpot here.

Unbeknown to Ron, I even smuggled my dehydrator in the bottom of the Casita closet to help me deal with the bounty I anticipated finding.

Unfortunately the drought map lied.  It is just as dry — or drier — here than it was at home.

A path to the lake

Another view of our campsite

We didn’t get a lakefront site, so no photos of gorgeous sunsets over the water.  But it’s beautiful.  I’m sure we will find lots to entertain ourselves with — in spite of the no-show mushrooms.

Figs are Ripening

Figs ripening. The darker one to the left is at the peak of sweetness.

The figs are almost ripe!  I wanted to wait until they were at their peak of sweetness before picking them.  But the birds are getting to them, so I picked a small bowlful for myself today, even though they would be better later.  They are still delicious, though.  Most of them should be at the peak of perfection in a few days.

I do NOT begrudge the birds!  I have been mourning at how few of them I see and hear lately.  So they are welcome to feast on a few of them.  I do wish they would eat a whole fig instead of pecking at several of them though!

For the birds 🙂

Also, we got the most wonderful rain today.  A warm, soft, misty sprinkle that lasted for hours and thoroughly soaked the ground.  We probably got less than an inch, but every drop of it soaked in and the plants look positively jubilant to me!

Our days continue in the 90’s.  In fact. they have been in the 90’s since May with only a handful of days in the high 80’s.  But we have been amazingly blessed with cloud cover that keeps the sun from blistering us.  And we’ve had showers pretty often, too.

Happy grass!

We are classified in a moderate drought on the weather maps, but having been through an exceptional drought a few years back, this looks like Eden to me.  I feel deeply for the people who are undergoing brutal heat and exceptional drought this year.  My sister in Texas says her grass is brown, dead, and crunches when she walks on it.

Wish I could share some of our beautiful rain with her.

Last Glimpse of Summer

Last geranium of the year

My sister Gail gave me this geranium this spring when she moved to Texas.  It has survived a summer of drought and neglect during camping trips.

The temperature is supposed to go down to 29 tonight, and 27 tomorrow night, so it will probably not make it.

Just wanted to share its last display of blooming glory.

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