Disasters of the Crispy Variety

I drove past the crispiest corn field I've ever seen this evening on the way to Bible study in Yukon, America. We don't grow much corn around here. Now I see why. Farmers mostly grow wheat that's planted in the fall, nibbled by cattle all the wet winter, then harvested in the spring.

It hasn't rained in weeks, and the temps have run around 100 for days. I keep watering, but everything's pretty sunburned. Except the weeds. They seem to manage, no matter what the conditions.

Since nobody wants to see photos of dry, dead stuff, I'll add some beautiful pictures from the Cheekwood Botanical Garden in Nashville which we visited a few weeks ago with daughter Charlotte and her husband Stan, the photographer of these lovely images. What made the garden even more wonderful than usual was the addition of blown glass pieces from the artist Chihuly. The sun on the glass, flowers and water was spectacular.



















































Meanwhile, back in Okie; yes, the state that recently declared a state of emergency for flooding; we'll survive the killing heat. Although the corn didn't make it.