Over the course of my life, I have had many "visions". I know not what else to call them. They are probably widespread among our humanity, but because our patriarchal culture (which thinks itself so right) elevates matters of the "head" over all else, they surely are not widely reported or understood. This vision was of the sorghum cane field standing with dead black leaves rattling in the wind.
I surely hope that is not to come true. The cane for now is standing tall. However, there are considerable leaves that are yellowing.
Assuming the crop "makes", we could be making sorghum molasses in about 3 weeks. Rain would be ever so nice. I suppose you could call this yet another entry praying for rain.