We have had no measurable rain since February 1st, which is VERY unusual for this part of the country. Watering restrictions are voluntary at this point, but could become mandatory soon. The wildfires around the state are growing together and there's one not too far away from my town, close to where I used to live.
So it was with mixed feelings that we greeted hurricane season, which began Friday. We are so dry that our only hope of catching up is a tropical system. Preferrably a tropical storm, a slow moving one, rather than a hurricane. Rain. Not too much too fast where it will just run off and not do any good, but a nice soaker would be nice.
In a way, Mother Nature heard and on the evening of the first day, we had TS Barry swirling around in the Gulf. He didn't get very strong, and he crossed the state too low for us to get much out of him, but Saturday morning I did awaken to raindrops on the roof.
It didn't last long, but we reveled in the heaven-sent dampness. Z-boy and I went out on the back deck and looked at wet. It wasn't enough for him, though. He had to FEEL it!
Unfortunately, Barry didn't stick around long. He headed north after giving us a quick nod and we're back to our regularly scheduled program of dry, dry, dry. Until the next storm looks our way!