Bone Dry . . .

Fall is one of my favorite seasons. Not that Texas gets much of a fall, but what little we get, I love. Now I'm a Texas girl 100%, of that you should have no doubt, but this is the one time of year that I'm always slightly envious of those states whose leaves change to deep hues of red and gold. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to start school with a crispness in the air. I want to throw open my windows and turn off the air conditioner. I want to drink hot apple cider and go on hayrides in the cool night air. (Yes, I know I'm being melodramatic . . . deal with it). Anyway, this year I'm not just "slightly envious", I'm downright jealous. Y'all today is September 24th, and our high was 98 degrees. Tomorrow it is going to be 100 . . . again. Boo! Hiss! This is the summer that won't quit, and just when we think, "relief . . . we're finally getting relief," here comes another 100 degree day.

This morning we took Andrew to Burnet to see Thomas the Train (more on that later). Burnet is in the Texas Hill Country about an hour and a half from our house. If you've ever had the opportunity to visit the Texas Hill Country then you know how absolutely beautiful it is. But y'all today, as we drove, and I was watching out the window, what I saw wasn't beautiful. Everything . . . emphasis on everything . . . is dead or dying. Lakes are completely dried up. The trees in Texas are changing color, not because of cool fall temperatures, but because they are dying. This summer, the lack of rain and intense heat, has taken a huge toll on the great state of Texas.

I find the continual hot weather and lack of rain exhausting. It is time for summer to end. It reminds me of Ecclesiastes 3 where it says, "To everything there is a season". God put seasons in place for a reason. And now I'm praying that this long hot dry summer season comes to an end soon, and a new cooler and wetter season takes its place just as soon. Until then I'll try to keep the green eyed monster under control, but I can't make any guarantees.