As the cicadas approach death, the back lawn is beginning to come back to life. I've been watering the parts of it nearest the walnut tree. The water is intended for the tree, but the grass inevitably snags a share. About 400 square feet of it is sprouting new blades, green and soft. The feral cats like it. Farah rolls on it, and she and Alger like to romp across it in the evenings. Portia would probably enjoy it too, if I let her out back, but she only gets to go out the front door. If she wants to chew some grass she has to visit a neighbor's yard.
This evening I finished off the last of what will probably be my last watermelon of the year. They are getting too expensive this late in the season. There have been some nice grapes in the markets, though, and more pears should be arriving soon. But I'll still miss the watermelons.
