We’ve seen water bans three years in a row now, and it’s starting to trouble me. Is the climate changing that fast? Is this what we have to look forward to? 6-8 weeks each summer of 80s/90s with little or no rain?
The US Drought Monitor, (Did you know there was such a thing?!) monitors the state of drought around the country. They say 20.8% of the lower 48 states are in a state of drought. They anticipate it persisting here in MA at least through October.
Our town is in stage II water restrictions, prohibiting the use of any sort of sprinkler, pool filling, vehicle washing, etc “in an effort to ensure an adequate supply of water for drinking and firefighting purposes…” Fortunately the rules include exceptions for drip irrigation and for food production.
New drip irrigation supplies are supposed to arrive on Monday. Not soon enough! We’ve had a few minutes here and there of passing thundershowers, but frankly, that’s about it for rain in the last six weeks. Makes it awfully hard to grow food.
Readers in other parts of the country may be used to this, but New England is normally an extremely wet part of the country. We get reasonable precipitation year round. That water is captured in ponds and streams, maintaining the high water table that nourishes the sparrow sized mosquitoes we cultivate.
Ideally, Paper Crane Farm would develop its own backup source of water. I’ll spare you my paranoid theories and just say that I don’t love having to rely on town water. However, we live on top of a hill. Capturing water is not easy. It’s not like there are any streams passing by our home. Nor are we going to have much luck with a well. I suppose we could build a duck pond, fed off the roof or something… Solve a couple of problems at once.
I would sleep easier knowing we had a reliable source of water. Plus the kids would get a kick out of ducks. Did you know ducks lay more eggs than chickens? The texture’s a little different, but we’d get used to them.
There’s rain in the forecast for this weekend. The kids are singing ‘rain rain go away,’ but Paper Crane Mama and I are doing our rain dance.