Just about mid-August and it’s been so dry we leave footprints in the brittle grass and the ground has shrunk a half-inch away from the sidewalks. A couple of streets away, the locust trees are already in their October browns. But right here, the red maples are still in their glossy greens, although I see some scarlet blushing the canopy. Our Black-eyed Susans and sunflowers are enjoying their heyday, along with some johnny-come-lately Shasta Daisies.
