These kinds of clouds mean no rain, sadly, we are in dire need of rain. The grass is beginning to wilt in spots and the flowers last one day. The creek by the garden is its only salvation, Beverly waters the garden from there or the crops would be failing too. I know we will get rain soon, and the grounds will love it and the plants will sigh from the relief.
The temps are rising and the cool at night is in the mid seventies. This week we will surpass one hundred with almost fifty percent humidity.