Crystalline, blazing days make us happy, but they sere the landscape; turning southerly exposures to toasted powder while pale green grasses remain in cooler glens.
Our tree friends suffer. It is only March, and already, their life-giving transpiration streams are breaking as they strain to pump water to their extremities. The oaks and cottonwoods are working so hard for water that they drop huge limbs to survive. They give meaning to the term “to be torn asunder”!
It is going to be a long, dry season with only 3 inches of rain to see us through until October.