The Success of a Rain Dance Depends on Timing
It was dry as a bone when we reached the farm for the holiday weekend. The grass looked like straw and the ponds as low as I’d ever seen these.
Most of the rock garden looked pretty thirsty, though the basil, day lilies, purple cone flowers, and bee balm appeared salvageable.
I did a Snoopy-style rain dance in hopes of encouraging my fig trees. Charlie Brown’s happy-hearted pooch said that he had one dance he did for rain and another for food and neither one worked.
Apparently, my rain dance was more effective than I ever imagined. A thunder clap on Saturday afternoon set off a slow, steady, ground soaker. While I pondered who amongst us might be up for grilling in the rain, the downfall slackened. We were ready to kabob.
It wasn’t the gully-washer we needed, but it was a most welcome rainfall. Unlike Snoopy, I got both rain and a good dinner.
Later the next day, I learned about the horrific storm damage in the St. Louis area. A neighbor said a large tree had fallen across the main entrance of the condo and there was minor roof and water damage, but no outages. Sadly, others in the area fared much worst.
Back to Those Kabobs
All of the meat and vegetables were raised on Bobby and Peggy Carnahan’s farm in Marshfield. Beef kabobs, roasted potatoes, mixed vegetables, and tomatoes. I had a slice of their Beefsteak Tomatoes, the first I’ve had in years. Heavenly!