The local soil has an affinity for foxtails, in particular. I can't keep up with their growth! Every day I pluck them from the earth by scores, and the next day they are sprouting anew in the denuded spots. I can imagine them devouring all the nutrients my squash and carrots and aubergines would need if I had a garden. Where are the gophers when you need them?
There's a chance of rain tonight, and it's a near certainty tomorrow. Despite a slow start, and many storms that failed to fulfil their potential, the year has brought sufficient precipitation to stave off any serious water shortage this summer. Anything that falls now is figurative gravy. At least I hope it's figurative. Although actual gravy falling from the sky would be a food source, diminishing the amount of time I'd have to spend shopping.
