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Reflections by the Pond – July 16, 2012
The green lawn has turned the color of straw, and the grass crackles underfoot, like treading on desiccated grasshoppers. The soil on which it struggles to survive is riven with splits and cracks, hard as a rock. Well-established, deeply rooted trees and bushes are curling up—or even prematurely shedding—their leaves to harbor precious moisture. Beyond our property, field corn shrivels, and the young ears on the plants lack the resources to mature.
We did not receive rain last week, we will not this week, and the week after that looks the same: hot, dry.