Dad's Lawn |
We knew before we got there that it was hot in Indiana, but we were stunned by how brown and dried up everything was. Flying into Indianapolis looked like we were flying into a California city because it was so brown.
They had had no rain for weeks. We had never seen Dad's lawn so brown in the summer, it looked like it does in winter when they've had no snow.
There were still trees down from the huge wind storm several weeks before, and the surviving trees looked stressed and some appeared to be dying.
Later, Signs of Green |
That was the lawn; the corn was another story.
Coming Back a Little |
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