It’s fall here.
We’ve had a very dry summer, followed by more dry.
The grass is dead, except for the weeds
And the crazy watering-people’s lawns.
We aren’t crazy.
We don’t water our grass with drinking water.
Do you ever think about that?
We shower in drinking water.
We wash our cars with drinking water.
We water our grass with drinking water.
To most people of the world, that’s like bathing in gold powder.
Especially near this tree.
Beautiful reds swirl into green marble
Next to these.
Like nature’s Christmas ornaments
But come winter, they brown and fall too.
Once down, they are vicious:
fierce spike-covered orbs
camouflaged in the lawn
next to the dog’s aromatic land mines.
Footwear is mandatory.
Written in the spirit of Duane-Scott’s Pleasantly-Disturbed Thursdays
(even though it’s Friday and he isn’t hosting Pleasantly Disturbed this week….
and he’s quit doing this blog meme. Oh well!).