Rain. When you've had too much of it, it is despised. When there's been too little, your heart bursts for the sheer joy of it. My heart is bursting. Everything around us was brown and dying. I was valiantly watering my gardens, but I couldn't do enough to do much good, other than keeping it all from curling up. When you have livestock dependent upon hay, drought brings a sense of terror. We are not out of the drought condition, we were 12" below normal rainfall over a year long period and 5" below normal for the season. Most of the state got at least 1/2", while we were fortunate to have a little over an inch of rain. If nothing else, this gives hope. I'll take it.
It's been awhile since I have seen a puddle.
The turtles overseeing the new rose garden are as hopeful as I that the bushes will finally leaf out.
The potted plants enjoyed their bath of rain water.