Drought, Drought, Drought

We had one substantial rainstorm this summer in the DC metro area, and that was at the beginning of July. Since then, almost nada.

The last few summers have been dry, but we managed to keep a few strands of grass alive. With the addition of the Papster storming around in back after balls (see "Confessions...", particularly the last scene with the plumes of dust), that's it for most of the grass. And the hostas have been creamed too... whenever he catches the ball, he runs back into that bed and stomps around for a while as a final flourish, like a wide receiver in the end zone.