Well, it's summer again. We go from feast to famine; from mile, wet winter to hot dry summer.
Is it just me or has anyone else noticed on the few occasions when rain has been in our area, it dissipates as it approaches, leaving dry the area between Brazil and Interstate-70?
Monitoring things on weather.com, on not less than two occasions, the radar said it was raining over my house, but to my observation, not a drop hit the earth.
After enduring more than a year of harassment from She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed and others, I finally surrendered and decided to re-do the landscape. Only I could be lucky enough to invest north of $1,000 in new plants at the onset of the worst drought since 1988.
Now, I am not exactly a passive person. Knowing that drought and flood are caused by sins against God, I have been praying fervently for forgiveness and rain. I am not entirely sure what sin or sins may be responsible for the drought. As an attorney, the possibilities are almost endless.
No success there. Apparently, I am not sufficiently contrite. I have been watering everything twice daily. Whenever I hear a rumble of thunder, or see signs of rain, I make sure the sprinklers are sprinkling. There is little more capable of inducing rain than watering your gardens. The only trick I haven't tried is washing my car.
I have it on good authority that they have had at least some rain in Clay City. I have heard it said that the southern part of Clay County is "God's Country." I wonder if this is the proof?
Although walking outside is like stepping into a pre-heated oven, there are a few positive aspects of this weather.
First, I now know exactly where the fingers of my septic system are. They provide the only bits of green grass in my entire yard. As Erma Bombeck said, "The grass always grows greener over the septic tank."
Second, the mild winter means that many insects that would have frozen to death survived. If we would have had a normal wet late spring and summer, we would be up to our eyeballs in semi-tropical like bugs. As things stand right now, there are remarkably few mosquitoes and flies. Moreover, I didn't notice even a single Japanese Beatle this past June.
Finally, I live in a brick house. That means all day long, my walls are storing up energy from the sun to radiate onto me all evening and night. With the temperature in the triple digits, the fact the air conditioner can only keep my house at about 80-degrees, this year, it actually feels cool when you come inside. Apparently, I can go another season without replacing the AC system.
What does this mean for the future? Higher corn and bean prices for farmers who are lucky enough to get a harvest this year. If luck is where opportunity meets preparation, I bet it would be a good time to get into irrigation equipment sales.
For those who look for omens in natural phenomena, I regret to inform you that this year's drought probably means nothing and the world will go on little worse for wear. It may just be a coincidence that the sun has been going through a very active phase for about the past 12 months. The number of solar flairs and coronal mass ejections may be mere coincidence, but I can't help but notice that they correlate with warmer conditions here. I also note that Mars is also warm this year.
If nothing else, days like these give me a good reason to tell my grandson about growing up without air conditioning in either home or school. I am certain he thinks that my stories of laying on top of the bed at night, spread eagle under a fan, with a damp washrag on my forehead, praying to God for sleep to take me away, are apocryphal.
Not unlike my stories of winters with two-story-high snow drifts and 99-below wind chills.
Ah, such is life.