We moved from the desert to central Texas and look with amazement on the grass and trees that grow here.
I lived my whole life with grass and trees until two years ago. I took them for granted. Never realized how wonderful they are, because they indicate the presence of life.
In the desert water is precious. There is never enough of it. Where we were the so-called “monsoon rains” came for a few weeks every year. The rest of the year it simply didn’t rain. And so scrub brush and sand and the ubiquitous dust covered the land.
The disturbing thing is that almost a million people live in that desert in the cities, and more are coming every year. Oblivious Americans that we are, the big developers have come in and started laying out the sprawl of suburban neighborhoods out on the sand dunes. But how long will it be possible to draw water from the ground before it runs out?
I mean, basic logic tells us that if you remove a resource faster than it replenishes itself, eventually that resource will be exhausted. I realize that people live there for lots of reasons–heck we did for two years–but as I see the direction our country and world are headed, the last place I want to be is in an area that has absolutely no way to sustain the human population that is living there.
So we moved to Austin and are looking for land outside of it. About thirty-five inches of rain per year, trees and grass and rivers. Arable farmland. A place that can support the people who live there. If the economy does tank–whether slowly or rapidly–we will have a place where we can live and help others. And if it doesn’t tank, we will have a beautiful place to help rebuild an authentic culture. Either way, it’s good.
We’ll be out searching for some land this weekend. God bless!