The first thing we noticed today was the lack of color. Mostly, the trees are still green. By this time last year, color was bursting on the maple trees.
Usually, the trees along waterways change color first. Not only first, but also brightest. So we went down to the creek in Harrisville, right across the Rhode Island border. There was a bit more color there than elsewhere, but not a lot.
The next thing we noticed was river bottom. Ground where we had never seen it before. The level of the creek is low. You could not put a boat in the water from the ramp. If you somehow managed to get something into the creek, there isn’t enough water to keep you off the mud.
The drought we are not officially having is worrisome. The entire region is “abnormally dry,” but our little corner of the region is drier still.
We had no rain at all during August. Almost none in July. Just a day or two in June. Two rain days in late May. That’s very little precipitation for an area that’s a regional watershed.
We haven’t seen ducks, geese, or swans, nor even a heron. Not since early May.
Maybe the Red Sox will close their season with a 7-game winning streak to finish at .500. And maybe it will rain next week.