Like they say about Chicagoland weather. If you don't like it now, wait 15 minutes and it will change.
The first three weeks of July, we had a continuing drought from the end of June and everything was drying up. Yards in the subdivision, except for those who keep theirs watered, were brown and you had better get out and water those trees, bushed and plants. Since we're all on wells in our subdivision, I worry about them doing that. Grass will come back (except over the septic fields). (At least it was great boating weather.)
It was one of the driest Julys in history, even the July 11th Derecho gave us only a smattering of rain.
Then came last Thursday-Friday night and the storms began. We've been hit my deluges most every day since. I even had to cut the grass this past Tuesday, something I hadn't done for a couple weeks. I might have to cut it again today.
"First Day in August, Last Rain Was in May" From the song "Rainmaker." --RoadDog
GROANERS: How do you get Holy Water? You boil the hell out of it.
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Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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