Until this fall I’ve escaped living with the first hand consequences of drought. Sure, I have had my share of hot, dry adventures where we hunted for a drink of water as dust swirled around, but never before have I watched the seasonal patterns of water on the land and said to myself “this is not normal”. This fall, the reality of drought has settled in in our Timber forest as we discuss what to do about the low level of the water in the well and listen, in vain, for the comfortable burble of water flowing down the creek bed behind the cabin.
The welcome, heavy rains of fall have set in, but the water level in the well remains distressingly low and the creek bed has no flow to bring it back to life. Stay tuned – as we keep watching, listening, and hoping.