“There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.” ~ T. S. Eliot
It has not rained here for weeks. Every things is starting to look a little parched. The grass is turning brown and this is the ground in one of the local woodlands that I walk in regularly.