I reshaped the upper part of the yard in April, changing the slope so that most of the water drained away from the house. That tends to have a beneficent effect on foundation walls and basements, it seems. With all due diligence, I smoothed the soil and sowed the seed. The ryegrass sprang up quickly and did well for a while, particularly after I added fertilizer to my efforts.

In the early part of the drought, I watered a few times. Then, in consideration of the amount of time and water that were going to be required, I quit watering in June. By mid-July, the lush, soft green had changed to a crunchy brown. Deep fissures formed in the dirt, as they usually do in long dry periods. Out of curiosity, I once turned the hose on full throttle to see how long it would be before one particular crack filled up with water. After ten minutes and around fifty gallons of water, I gave up. As the heat and drought drug on, I planned on re-seeding this fall.

As the rains continued missing us for the most part, the brown continued as well. The up side was that I didn’t have to mow the yard for two months. That didn’t change with the half-inch of rain we got two weeks ago. Or with the inch that came a little later. Apparently, the ground was so dry so deep that it just sucked the moisture down right past the roots of the grass. Then came this past weekend.

Three-quarters of an inch on Friday-Saturday and then another three-quarters on Monday night brought a surge of growth to the crabgrass and watergrass. As well, it brought a small miracle to the ryegrass. Overnight, it seems, it turned green and started growing again. It is as lush now as it was three months ago.

There are things in our lives that have died and cannot be resurrected. Perhaps, even, should not be resurrected. There are others, though, that in spite of all appearance at the moment, need only a bit more rain before returning to the good green of spring. While we ought always be willing to accept the will of the Lord, we ought never cease praying. Faithful prayer can turn clouds into dust and dust into rain.

H. Arnett


About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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