…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.
Written for: http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/08/05/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week143/
Morpethroad 
Ah yes, thank goodness for stowed away preserves! My garden has suffered only a draught or two since here in the Pacific NW we get more than our share of rain 🙂
Well good it doesn’t get too dry then Mandy. Thanks for reading hope you have a good evening.
Always a pleasure reading you, Michael 🙂
Great use of the prompt! Living in drought stricken California – and an avid gardener – I could really relate to all of it.
Thanks Grace, I appreciate you reading and your comment. Have a good day.
This reminds me of a text I got this weekend from a friend that lives in California. It simply said – IT’S RAINING!!!!
Time stamped 12:15am my time (10:15am California time).
Well we have not had a lot of rain of late but as its winter the place still looks ok. Thanks RoSy, have a good evening.
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parched ground is difficult to grow things in, that is for certain! But the optimism comes through…lovely!
Thank you so much, glad you could drop by and read.
I can almost feel the crunch of that dryness. Poor parched earth. 🙂
Thank you so much for reading and your comment.
My pleasure.