This is the sound that the grass makes in Racine, Wisconsin. Imagine that the lush, green labyrinth above has been accidently washed on a bleach cycle and the colors have faded to three or four tones of beige and brown. The lake still laps gently on the edge of the motherhouse property but refuses the invitation to come up the bluff for a spot of afternoon tea. Swish, swish, swish.
Having come from "down-state" Illinois (ie I do not live in Chicago - even Rockford, IL is considered "down-state" - crazy Illinois people!), I certainly noticed this upon my arrival here because we have received our portion of rain plus theirs this summer. But I did not realize quite the impact it was having on the hearts of everyone local until after lunch today. At the beginning of the chapter's afternoon session, the facilitator from CommunityWorks announced that she had seen that it had begun to rain in earnest outside. An immediate applause broke out.
How precious is our water!
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