…the parched ground crumbled…
My garden looked forlorn, it hadn’t rained in months and water restrictions meant none could be spared.
It had never been this dry.
My once fertile patch was now barren with gaping cracks like thirsty mouths pleading to be sated.
Even my ever-enthusiastic weeds had wilted and died. Though the first drop of rain would bring them back flourishing bigger and better than ever.
We depended on the garden for our summer vegetables but this year it would be Mum’s preserves and the cans of peas, beans and potatoes she’d stowed away to get us through the hot summer.