I'm sorry. Apparently, all we needed to end the drought was for me to put in a hose spigot at the bottom of the hill.
The years of hauling water in gallon jugs up and down the hill, from plant to plant to plant is over. Can't say I'll miss it, though it did wonders for my biceps.
Just as I'm ready to turn on the hose, Mother Nature steps in to supply all I need. Well, at least I'm ready for next year.