The weather patterns are funky again this year. The rest of the country, unaccustomed to the heat and humidity that is standard here in my part of Texas, is getting a taste of what it’s like here. But where I live, we’re enjoying a complete turn-around from last year.
In 2011, we endured several weeks with temperatures over 110, giving us a taste of what it’s like in Arizona. Humidity ran around thirty percent, which helped make the summer tolerable since the heat index hovered closer to the actual temperature. By the end of the summer, our pond looked like this:
This year we’ve had several weeks of rain, and here in the forest, temps have barely climbed over 90. Our pond, while it isn’t full yet, is looking quite a bit better:
The rain is such a blessing. We lost several trees because of the heat and dry conditions not just from last year but from the previous six. Last year was just the proverbial straw, albeit a particularly strong one. Between here and my mother’s house is the Davy Crockett National Forest. As I drive through it, I’m saddened by the sight of the gray limbs of dead trees scratching the sky. Some of the seemingly green trees are barely holding on, barely recuperating. A strong wind could upend many of them–which is also true here. I hope we don’t get a strong wind. I’m not that interested in checking out the effectiveness of our insurance policy.
Still, it’s July in Texas, and we’re getting rain. Mid-summer, and only once has the temperature climbed to 100. I tell ya folks, if that don’t prove the existence of a loving God, nothin’ will.