“If I wanted to live in Phoenix I’d have moved to Phoenix,” declared The Lady of the House as she came in the back door.
It’s been a bad year for the vegetable garden at the Stucco Hacienda. And The Lady of the House puts the blame on the lack of rain.
“If we get another summer like this, we may have to move,” she said.
“Move? Now where would we go?” I asked.
“Colorado,” said The Lady of the House. “They’re getting rain in Colorado.”
I got on the Internet and searched for “best place for gardening in Colorado.”
“Here’s an article that says gardening in Colorado is a challenge because the state’s average elevation is 6800 feet,” I said.
“I don’t want gardening challenges, I just want my tomatoes and squash and peppers to GROW,” she said. “What about Oregon?”
I searched on the Internet for “best gardening in Oregon.”
“Well, look at this,” I said. “Oregon has a Curry County, just like here in New Mexico, except it’s on the coast.”
“Oh?” said The Lady of the House looking over my shoulder.
“They say this town there, Brookings, has a grand gardening climate.”
“But,” I continued reading, “the town had $25 million in damage by an 8-foot tsunami from that Japanese quake last March.”
“Oh,” said The Lady of the House. “Maybe we’ll just stay here. I like our home. This drought can’t last forever, can it?”
Later that evening I stepped out the front door after sunset and looked at the thunderheads off to the northwest. Someone was getting rain, it wasn’t us.
The last rays of the fading sunset were painting the edges of the clouds a deep orange. It was a sweet sight.
I like our home too.
It’ll rain again, won’t it?
After all, the county fair starts soon.