It was strange. Really weird. This "tropical storm" called Don traveled across the Gulf of Mexico at 16MPH with it's target Corpus Christi and Rockport.It could be the drought-buster we have needed for months. Prospects of bringing us as much as seven inches of rain were on forecasters lips. On Friday morning the first rains from Don poured down on our patio. The hundred or so drops quickly disappeared in our oppressive heat. Friday evening would be different. We thought of having a party awaiting the arrival of Don.
Don had different plans. When he hit the stifling heat of South Texas summer he simply couldn't take it! He disintegrated and quickly melted back into the arid skies.We got nothing from Don except a few red faces on the weather gurus as they shook their heads and slinked off into the week-end wondering if their mothers had been right when they told them to "get a job".
Back to dragging the hoses and turning on our well water that has been a life-giver for what has stayed alive. Deer are even eating rose bushes in the front yard. The drought goes on. Is there another to-be-named storm lurking in the future? That's for sure. This one was a false alarm. It was the storm most wanted. Only the cotton harvesters were not inviting Don. The next one may be different.
