By the time my wife came home last night, it was foggy, she said. All day long, the dreary sky hung over us like yet another bad dream. When I sweep up the water in the basement--it's a not even a quarter-inch deep--it simply returns, so our sump pump has been running for a week now. There's nothing down there, but a swamp is depressing.
I haven't checked the gauge--I don't need more bad news--but I'd guess we got another inch or more, all tolled, yesterday. There was no wind, so at least you didn't have to walk like a drunk; but there was simply more of the morose in the skies over Siouxland. For me at least, remembering last year's drought is like trying to remember Gettysburg or Waterloo--I can't; I wasn't there. Since February, we've been blessed with remarkable weather, remarkably bad weather.
So when, sometime after eight last night, the blessed sun made a brief appearance on stage, I grabbed an old camera and roamed the neighborhood, glorying in every last slash of sunlight I could get in my viewfinder. That picture up above is no masterpiece, but see the way that prairie grass is lit? See that muddy cloud breaking up back there? For a half hour maybe, hope was renewed. Honestly, it's beautiful.
Or this. It's a dead tree.
I don't care what anybody says--in a bath of gold, it's breathtaking.
For a while at least, things were breaking up and there was real promise. Hallelujah.
It's too dark outside my patio door right now to see anything at all, but weather.com claims we're going to be clear and cool, clear and cool today. Well, I got news, after all this rain and unending dreary skies, clear is cool, no matter what the temp. We'll take it.
Two weeks ago, we took a bet on fertile Iowa soil and put in some tomato plants where there'd never been a vegetable before. Those plants are a sickly family dressed as they are in their faint green, and I don't think they've grown an inch. No sun.
Today, we're promised reprieve. Today, my morning thanks ascend in a sky where I hope there's infinite room for the sun. This morning I'm thankful even for the promise of sun.