The lack of rain over the past three weeks has been hard to swallow for those of us who enjoy foraging for wild mushrooms. Last year at this time, the summer mushroom season was in full swing and I was picking enough to enjoy fresh, to share with friends and to dry for winter. My former friends at the weather office were promising rain today. I was hopeful. When I pulled into work, there were a few drops in the air. The clouds were thick overhead and I was happy I left home a little early to beat the thunderstorm in. Unfortunately, that was it. There wasn’t enough water to dampen the sidewalks. Now we’re in for more heat.
It’s going to take a really good solid rain, preferably the kind of system that gets socked in for two or three days before I’m going to sally forth into the enchanted mushroom forests. I hope that comes soon.