It's been weeks since we've had a decent rain and there is no rain in the forecast until Friday and then there's only a 30% chance with piddly hopes of more Saturday and Sunday. And, it's hot. 99 degrees hot. The grass is brown (as in crunchy brown). Our rainwater tanks were full and we'd been watering some from those, but just as I was watering the last garden "batch" of water, the electric pump (that pumps the water out of the tanks) stopped working.
Out came the bucket brigade. Using the cistern at the back of the house, Sam hand pumped water into 5 gallon buckets. Jamey carried the buckets out to me in the garden. I carefully watered, not wanting to waste a drop. Sadie carried the empty buckets back to Sam. (Miriam was already in bed.)
Nothing in our garden looks worse for wear. The straw seems to really be working to hold in what little moisture there still is in the ground. But, even so, we don't want to take chances. I have a long list of vegetables to can and freeze yet this year.
While I was out watering, I couldn't help but think of the people in this world who grow their own food for their very survival and what it must feel like to them when no rain comes. When they have no cistern or well to draw water from. No clean water to bathe with or cook with. No water to drink and give to their children.
The next time I complain about the dry weather or anything else for that matter, will you remind me to buck up and be thankful? Also remind me to pray for those less fortunate. You'd think we wouldn't need to be reminded, but boy, I do.
I have really have nothing to complain about. Lesson learned.