... when it rains.
After a drought lasting more than 6 months in which we had less than 1 inch of measurable precipitation... we've had a thunderstorms at least every other day/night for the last 3 weeks. The grass is green, the peaches and pears are ripening, and the flowers are blooming in our yard. Just a month ago we weren't able to keep it green by watering it with our sprinklers every day. Patches would turn green, but large, stubborn brown spots still speckled the yard.
I'm really looking forward to our lowered water bill this month. It should be a lot less than the previous month. We won't run the sprinklers again until we've had at least 3-4 days of no rain.
...the downside is that Barry has to mow more often... but it's very nice to look at.
Oh, and our dog Henry doesn't like the thunderstorms. The only time we've ever seen him sleep in his crate is during a period of severe lightening and thundering a couple weeks ago.
It reminds me of when we moved from Phoenix to San Angelo, TX when I was young. My younger siblings, Krista and Daniel, had never really been in thunderstorms before, and were frightened. It was like the scene from "The Sound of Music" where all the kids go jump on Maria's bed. Only, I was standing at the door laughing at them.
In all fairness, I think Dan was just scared because Krista was...and it's possible she got the whole idea planted in her head by that movie anyway, since she watched it every day when she was 3 years old.
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