Not many Canadians remember the great dustbowl of the 1930s in the prairies. To see the ravages of drought is amazing even if the rains have started and taken the brittle edge off the terrain.
This is what used to be at one time a river bed.
Now, strangely, it looks a bit like winter – the sand is like snow drifts. When the strong January wind lands a snow drift in front our doorstep we shovel the powder out or in come corners of the garden we let it pile up and eventually melt.
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