Last summer the earth baked under relentless sun and cloudless sky. This summer we have had abundant rain. However as July slipped into August, the weather "fortune tellers" predicted a return to hot, dry weather for - a long spell. One scorching day followed another until it looked like their words would come true. The earth cracked, flowers drooped and the grass began to turn brown.
I am participating in Emily's imperfect prose - please join me there.