Where did the summer go? Hot and dry after the fourth of July--sounds like a folk saying to me, but that's how it went. Not so hot as usual, though, and the grass grew and grew and grew. Lots of seeds, lots of tasty forage for a fellow like me.
But now the fields are turned for planting, empty red blankets of blowing dirt kicked up by autumn winds. Makes a prairie dog antcy (or is it ancy? Never knew how to spell it, just knew it when I heard it).
For all the rain we had early on, we could use an inch or two now.