October 29, 2010
June 27, 2015
Built for more than the cattle needed,
I reflect upon my one extravagance
now dry and cracked around its edges
like discarded dreams, having shed all guilt
exchanged for emptiness and worry
when every trail leads to Railroad Spring.
drycrikjournal 
Your two pictures are worth more than two thousand words. We drove through central California yesterday, on the 5, and where there was no irrigation, there were only colors of brown. So sad.
janet
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Hard to take, no matter where you look.
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Yes, the reservoirs we built in middle age we thought would afford plenty are hardly what we need to face the future . . .
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Our history here is relatively short, and our dependence on growth more and more shortsighted.
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We wish for green, but that is definitely the wrong shade and it is just barely July.
South, across the mountains from you, we got a few drops of rain yesterday, and I felt guilty.
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The few sprinkles here beneath the overcast was delightful, even if they didn’t do much other good. And 98 degrees beats the hell out of 113. We’re tickled. Every day like this is one less scorcher.
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Photos are sometimes more eloquent than words.
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Wow-I have no other words right now…
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