We're there again. While most of Texas is fine, our county is so dry it's classified "Severe Drought".
I've been expecting it. During our eleven years here, the climate has alternated years of drought interspersed with periods of wet, like a giant climatic see-saw. Big swings up some years, hard landings others.
Denny and I moved to Texas in 2006, the tail-end of the worst drought in decades. The next year, 52" of rain soaked our place, twenty inches above the region's 30 year average and on par with tropical Florida.
Then less than five years later, 2011 scorched the land with more than 60 days of temps at 100F or more while rainfall was less than the Chihuahua Desert.
In the last few years, rain filled our rivers and aquifers. We've had to carry umbrellas in the car and plan river outings based on weather.
Starting into this drought, we're better off. But daily highs are up to fever levels, 100F and up.
Folks are watering lawns more to compensate, and as they do, aquifer levels are falling. Stage 1 water restrictions have been enacted, reasonable rules that make sense even when we're not in drought. But other restrictions loom unless weather patterns and watering patterns change.
Lawn as an accent, surrounded by water-wise gardens that feed and shelter birds and pollinators. Sustainable beauty.
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