I got to thinking. This is about the driest year on record here which lead me to think about the Dust Bowl days. We think we have it bad now? This is a picnic compared to what they went through. Most houses in the midwest back then were little more than clapboard tents. The dust would blow right through the gaps in the clapboards. No pink insulation then. Mothers would take rags soaked with water and flour to try and fill the gaps. Kids had to go to school with a kerchief on their faces and wear it all day. One old guy remembers the dust being so bad that you couldn't see the teacher standing at the front of the room.
So I wonder are the spirits angry or is this just mother nature's way of thining out the herd? If you look around your place here you'll see the damage from a hard winter and the brown lawns and dead plants. The trees are starting to shed leaves and it's not the time of year for that. What will survive and what won't? I've been able to half bring back a few plants with water and food. But then what about people? The old weak ones will leave us as will the very young and uninsured. Makes you wonder if you're on the list. Did I save enough? Will I make it through without some medical or financial emergency? Will there be an end to the drought? I've cut back to two meals a day. Will that be enough to to make it to better times?
Needless to say it's overcast here today. It hasn't rally rained yet but you can see the mist. Kind of a tease. And when the rains come will we go back to our foolish ways of buying so much junk that we'll need to rent a space to store it? Maybe or maybe not. We just might become like our parents who always said "you didn't live through the depression" and they were right but we now have one to call our very own . It may not be as bad by comparison but it's bad. So like an expectant father we wait for baby good times to get here. When is anyone's guess but we can all agree it's not soon enough.