Almost Flag Day

There wasn't any rain in May. The grass along the shoulders of the road turned to straw. The scattered ponds along my travels have all been drying up, leaving rings around the banks and small pools of black algae scum at the bottom. It's worrisome, and brings to mind the drought 20 or 30 years ago when Lake Lanier was dropping a foot a week. There were about 4 million fewer people here then.

It rained hard a few days ago, and the garden made another effort; not sure at all that it's going to produce a single edible tomato. Another rain or two, though, and we might have a stellar crop of blackberries, who seem to be much more intensely sweet when there is less rain. Ate one Saturday, walking around Mulberry Lake with the Trucker and his sister. We've been trying to get in a little walk on the weekends. Last Saturday, we hiked six miles; this Saturday we only did 5, but added a steep hill.

The Plan is for the trucker to go back to work after his visit to the doctor on Thursday. No telling how that will work out.