Mangled Manuscript Monday
The definition of Summer 2012:
Crispy grass, curled corn, and cracks in the ground wide enough for a horse to fall in.
Hot enough that our lightning bugs decided to quit sparking.
So dry, Froggy took to swimming in the dog pan.
Is it just me or is this the summer of Blah?
It could be worse though. My heart goes out to the folks that have been without power due to storms.
The Great Drought of the 1930s was much worse. It is how we measure bad weather. “Well, this corn should be tasselin’ but at least it’s not like the summer of ’33 when seed wouldn't even sprout.”