It’s been too long since I went for an hour’s exercise walk in a grassy field that stands adjacent to a corn field. The temperatures have been too dang hot, even after sunset. Some folks can walk in this heat and humidity, and I gave it a good try, but I get too affected by the heat.
I found other means of exercise, indoors. Not as much fun as being outside, with the birds, and sun, and wind as companions, but it serves the same purpose.
As I started walking in the park, I was stunned by the crispy-crunchiness of the grass. Gone dormant or worse. Dry as nothing I’ve felt before.
Then I noticed more cracks in the earth. I had seen them before, they started two months ago as the days since the last rain had already taken a toll on anything growing. By the time I was in the church field that bordered the corn on two sides, I saw more cracks. They were wider and deeper than I recall.
This crack stunned me. At it’s widest it is about two inches wide and an unknown number of inches deep. I grabbed this image to remind me that water is life-giving, and how much our rich soil misses in a drought.
I hope it rains soon.