Early morning in our garden. The heat and the lack of rain took its toll: What should be green and lush is of a fading green turning to yellow and brown. The morning hours are cool, the early breeze is a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat of the day. Every morning – I write this on one of the first days of August – I look at the sky and utter a very short prayer: Rain, please. The absence of rain has never hit me as hard as this year. I have to confront a problem I associated with the Sahel zone, not with Luxembourg. West winds should bring us rain showers from the Atlantic in July and August. These two months used to be the most abundant in rain. Not any more.
