The August drought is grabbing hold. The mountain streams, like the Lynch River just down the road from me have disappeared. The moisture coming down from the mountains is now underground, running just below the surface of the stream bed. If you were to dig under these dry rocks you would find it. The shallower-rooted plants of the pastures and the forest understory dry up. Some die, some just become dormant waiting for fall's rains. We water the select plants in our garden hoping to keep these plants from more temperate climates going through the great dry.
