It’s Spring, or so the calendar tells us. In Petaluma the trees are flowering, lemons are growing, Meg and Jake take long walks by the ocean.
Here in Kansas City, the trees at Loose Park tell a different story:
Yes, the calendar says Spring. The weather says winter. Our third significant snow fell yesterday and into the early morning. It is beautiful. We are close to ending the drought. Eventually our gardens will be grateful for the extra water. But today, drive ways need to be shoveled and cars are stuck in the road.
But, hey, it is still Spring.
It is dry, oh so dry. The impact of this drought is the subject of a future post. But the question of the moment is whether there will be rain today. The weather forecast gives us hope that there will be relief from the 105 degree temperatures for at least a few days. We are also given the promise of rain, precious rain.
Late yesterday afternoon I felt a single drop of rain. On my drive home I saw a splash or two. By 8 p.m. I was excited to see a real cloud. The gray of a rain cloud was fighting against the fluffy white cloud which normally would have seemed lovely and delicate. Now the dark of the rain cloud holds our attention.
There were a few more drops and nothing more. What does today hold? Precious rain or dry heat? That is the question.