Tuesday - The Drought

Today at the stoplight, I refused to make eye contact with the Grim Reaper over what he has done to my lawn during this drought. Thinking of all those innocent blades of grass taken before their time is just too much for me to bear, especially since the weeds are still alive and well.

The only cloud in the sky was over the hydroelectric plant that I drove past. As the temperature climbed to 100 degrees, I was delighted that the cloud rising from the plant looked like a 20 story double scooped ice cream cone (of the waffle cone variety). Vanilla. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.....