Three days ago rain came to the area and I received about 4.5 inches of moisture. The pond, seen above, rose three feet from run-off water. Many areas of Texas, not just central West Texas, received sufficient rain to fill lakes and ponds. The run-off was severe and water flooded roads. Burn bans have been lifted. I have read news reports that the drought has been lifted. My pond has not been this full in over two years.
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Rain in Broke Tree Corral
Yesterday afternoon, after months of drought, rain came down sporadically in drops, then sheets of rain.
The first raindrops bounced on the aluminum roof of the barn and stables. Lightning flashed, thunder clapped, and Star the paint gelding and I flinched. He bolted for about three gallops, then returned quickly to the shelter of the stable. Within thirty minutes, five-tenths of an inch had fallen and a lightning strike on the oil piping fence about fifty-yards away knocked out electrical power.
I fed Star his grain and Horseshoer’s Secret — a potion for rebuilding hoof walls — and he munched haply through the noise of the thunderstorm, occasionally bringing his head out of the feed bin to see if I still sat in the alleyway waiting out the rain. I talked to him, Good boy, fine fellow.
Broke Tree Corral is the first of two successive corrals about the barn and arena. So named for an American Elm tree that broke in two, the tree has continued to thrive with bark and one-half of its internal veins intact for at least eight years now. The grass in the corrals has become brittle and sparse. The rain quickly formed small channels that flowed into the second corral, the Well House Corral, where bare ground could not stop the erosion-flow into the near fields of buffalo grass and mesquite sprouts.
Rain has fallen, the temperature has dropped and the Jack Rabbit has come out of his burrow to chomp on fresh sprouts and new, tender, blades of grass in the small dell between me and the Dooley place. The drought has not been broken decisively, but this rainfall is a far away sound of better days and nights headed to Texas, a hunter’s footfall tracking a devil of fiery brutalities to slay and scatter to cool winds and shady juniper groves for those that live with the land.
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Try as I might, misspelled words sometimes slip through. I do not rely on “check spelling” frequently, but will look again at a word if it is underlined in red. In this post this morning, I misspelled, “lightning,” twice! I spelled it “lightening” and missed the correction. In writing posts, I do not have a proofreader. It is an imperfect world filled with imperfect compositions.
Sound: 54 seconds of Sunday afternoon rain
Sage to Meadow Blog. A narrative of people living with the land in the American Southwest. That’s the short description of what this blog is about. I want to expand it a bit today with a video and especially the sound portion of rain, the weather change we’ve been waiting for here in central-west Texas. The fires are all out at Possum Kingdom. I saw U.S. Forest Service trucks on Thursday rushing towards west Texas and Arizona, accompanied by Highway Patrolmen with red lights turning. There must be problems farther west for them to rush. I hope my friends in west Texas, New Mexico and Arizona will see an end to the dry spell and conditions.
Here in central-west Texas, we have the rain. The view is towards the south, looking at the arena field and round pen. Star is in his stable. He whinnied a few minutes ago because I was tardy in feeding him. The rains have come in rhythmic bands throughout the day. In the video, you can discern St. Augustine grass, planted by the previous owners. I like the buffalo grass. You can see tufts of it and Queen Ann’s Lace on the first terrace.
I am running a test on a new format for my blog. The format is called Basic Maths. I’m not so sure I will stay with it. I have thirty days to test its application.