This drought

In my whole life, I have never seen a year as dry as this one.  I've always been staunchly opposed to watering my garden.  In the past, most plants held on until finally a rain came.  Oh, I might lose some beans, and the kernels on my sweet corn might be sparse, but I made do.  
This year I have watered with the soaker hoses.  A couple of days ago we drove past a garden belonging to someone who obviously had not watered, and the above cartoon is pretty similar to that garden.  Everything was completely dead.  
My parents were married in 1932.  Mother used to tell me about how dry it was in the thirties.  In her world back then, if you couldn't raise a garden, you couldn't eat.  She told about lean years when they had nothing but bread and water gravy for supper.  One year someone gave them a bunch of dry beans in the shell, and they ate a lot of beans that winter.  On the news I keep hearing that 1936 was a record dry year, and also had record high temperatures.  That must be the year my mom was talking about.  
I've blogged about my memories of Eagleville, Missouri, in 1954.  I was ten years old, but I recall how dry it was and how thankful everyone was when it finally rained.  
It just doesn't seem as though it's ever going to rain again.  
People are depressed and rather snippy with one another.  OK, maybe that's just me.
We are reminded of just how helpless we are.  
Grocery prices, of course, will rise more.  I just dried my cow up and found out milk costs considerably more that it did the last time I was forced to buy some.  My timing never was that great.  
At least I'll have tomatoes to cook with all winter, and there's still some beef in the freezer.  I have a lot of bean recipes, dishes that are healthful and affordable.  I'll have milk again if and when Bonnie calves.  The vet is coming Monday to pregnancy check all three of my ladies, and then we will know with certainty how many calves to expect, and when we will have our own milk again.  
There's a better day coming.