Prayin’ fer Rain, Endurin’ the Pain


It was a dry May with high winds, followed by a dry June with high winds. By June they were calling conditions in our county “moderate drought”. We have now moved up the scale to “severe drought”. It’s still not as bad as the southwestern part of the state, which is “extreme drought”. Extreme means the wheat isn’t growing at all and the hay crop that the ranchers depend on to feed their livestock is just not going to happen.

You can see in the photo above a little bit of green close to the hedge and then off to the right. Grass is still growing in the shade and that stuff to the right is my neighbor’s lawn. He’s got a sprinkler system and has been watering like a madman. Though it should be noted that a good portion of his green lawn is weeds because they’re growing far better than the grass.


Here’s an area next to the mountain ash that gets a lot of morning sun. The grass here isn’t just dormant, it’s dying out.


Here’s the area behind our garage. It’s exposed to the sun almost all day and looks about as inviting to walk across as a bed of nails. It crunches like gravel under your feet.

Last week I saw the mother of someone I went to high school with. She has an incredible memory and said this is the worst we’ve had it since 1983. I remember that one. In the fields under summer fallow there were cracks so wide in the soil you could stick your hand in them. The practice of letting fields go fallow for a summer has ended but I’m gambling that if I drove out to the farm and found some exposed soil, there’d be something impressive.

One could argue that we were due for a drought and I’m sure some are saying that. But the evidence that climate change causes extreme weather is pretty much irrefutable and drought is one of the symptoms. I’ve noted other changes out here as well: flooding, severity of storms, etc. This is not just a temporary change in the weather pattern. This is a severe drought brought on by a change in our climate. And I expect we’ll see more and more of these in the years to come.

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I guess I'm the crying on the inside kind of clown
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1 Response to Prayin’ fer Rain, Endurin’ the Pain

  1. I grew up on a North Dakota farm and I sort of have vague memories of the good years, but I totally remember the bad ones. The crops done in by the dry ones and the ones done in by hail. When the crops would die out all the neighboring farmers would gather at one person’s house and drink and drink all night until every bottle in the house — and all the additional bottles brought by each farmer — was empty. Because that’s all you could do when your income is ruined and there’s no one to blame but God. And, it’s only going to get worse … you’re right about that.

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