It’s mid-August here in the Texas Hill Country–an August that most of us have never seen before. The summer has been fiercely dry, with no rain to speak of since mid-May, and the heat is brutal: there are few clouds to shade the landscape and no soil moisture to buffer the blaze of the sun.The air is furnace-hot and walking in the afternoon meadow with a hand-held contact thermometer, I’ve measured soil-surface readings of 150 degrees. More...
I'm guest-blogging today--my debute post!--at Native Plants & Wildlife Gardens, hosted by Carole Seville Brown. Please join me there. And when you're finished reading, take a few moments to browse the posts by other bloggers who give voice to the land and its creatures in all their marvelous variety.
Reading note: (with thanks to my Story Circle friend Khadijah, who blogs from Yemen): Daily work goes on. It goes into the ground, into crops, into children's bellies and their bright eyes. Good things don't get lost... the very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope.--Barbara Kingsolver