I’m intensely grateful for dew. If not for this lovely moisture, my gardens would be in a really sorry state. We are so dry here… that helpless drought kind of dry that makes me feel the dusty grit in my teeth at the very mention of the word. Every afternoon, as the suns intensity and dry conditions peak, many garden plants look like their days are numbered. But each evening as the sun says farewell for the day and the dew begins to settle, the garden perks back up a bit. LIke a breath of fresh air.
So until we see rain, which the weatherman says is surely on it’s way, I’m going to continue to be thankful to see the dewdrops each morning.