It’s so hot and dry, when I walk in the brown stubble that used to be grass, it leaves puffs of dust in my wake, like a cartoon.

Ironically, it turns out the only green patch of lawn around, behind the meth-house next door, was caused by their septic system overflowing.  We found out when a septic truck finally showed up.  We wondered why it always smelled like sewage over there.  Eww.  Not the kind of manure I prefer.

The only flowers thriving are, unsurprisingly, tropicals.  Maybe because our climate seems to be going in that direction.  Tennessee, the new Florida?  In more ways than one.