Sand... Everywhere, sand and dirt. Humidity is high but it may be a long while before it rains. This could mean trouble if not tragedy for the harvest that I'd hope for. This morning I noticed a bit of dew on a few of the plants that have learned how to live in these conditions. That gives me hope. It brings to mind that it is the determination of those that persevere and adapt that stand a chance in these conditions, and it is those who rigidly cling to their ways that wither and perish by their own foolish unwillingness to succumb to the required need for change essential for survival here. Today's lesson is to evolve when and where it is necessary.
I must remain patient and prepare for the proper time in which to sow my seed. Readying the soil for that time is crucial but plowing the ground now could prove to be a futile effort if not even a detrimental error which could result in the complete sabotage of any further potential growth being possible due to the exposed earth's inability to remain sufficiently moist-- at least enough to allow seed to sprout.
I will continue to wait.
Perhaps I will read a bit. Maybe after I awaken from a much needed slumber.
Yes, sleep it shall be.
May I make it through the night and arise with a clear memory of the lucid dreams I wish to have.