Drive By

I'm in the weeds. Literally. Despite drought-like conditions, the weeds are growing faster than mold. The soil is dry as corn meal, but the pigweed and plantain weed and purslane and crabgrass and belladonna and every other climbing, spreading, strangling weed you can think of are thriving.

Thriving.

I haven't seen but about two games of tennis since Wimbledon and have read about it even less.

I suppose I'll get back to it sometime during the US Open Series. But I've got to save my sweet corn and watermelon, my blackeye peas and okra, and my sweet potatoes and peppers from extinction.

See you when I see you.