April flowers bring May showers. At least that seems to be
what happened this year. I, for one, celebrated the perfusion of blooms this
April, and I also celebrate the May rain.
April had left my newly overturned garden plot bone dry. I
was certainly not looking forward to having to continually irrigate in order to
plant and nurture my vegetables. And I found myself wondering about the volume
of water in our reservoirs. Most winters lay down a blanket of white which
slowly melts with spring to fill the streams, rivers, and the reservoirs. But
the only real snow came not in winter, but last fall—in October—with a vengeance.
Everyone predicted an impossibly brutal winter, but their crystal balls were
faulty. And we mercifully, had the mildest winter ever.
But what about the water? With no snow melt to fill the rivers
I feared, in April, that we’d have a drought by July. But it seems my crystal
ball, too, is faulty. Thank goodness!
Let it rain!
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