…two reactions.

The reality: As we drive through The Fort, it becomes quite clear that there’s been precious little rain over the past two weeks.

The reactions, as we pull in to our driveway:

Michael: Excellent!

(translation: "I don’t have to mow the grass the minute I get home" Because, you know..it didn’t grow.)

Me: My tomatoes!

(No translation needed. I literally jumped out of the car and ran to the back yard to find their poor, over-dramatically wilted selves. Thankfully, after a good soaking, they were all perked up in a few hours. Don’t know how production will suffer, though. Cukes….well, between the groundhog and the lack of rain…I was finally defeated in my "jars of bread-and-butter pickles like Auntie used to make" fantasy. For this year at least.)