D.O.P.-T.

Back to our usual June sun. I note that the high meadows had already gone gold and the rain has not made them green again. Similarly one lawn in the neighborhood that is never watered - although it has green blades of grass here and there among the straw. And there are grass seeds absolutely everywhere. The dog turns around and there they are on the carpet. They are in my bed. I half expect to find them in the instant coffee.