The word conjures up images of parched landscapes, a merciless withholding of sustenance, where only undesirable things still grow. Tinder dry vegetation, dust, heat, fire.

Locally, we will have periods of drought, it seems often in July. The lawn will turn brown and crunchy. But the weeds seem to thrive.

There’s a metaphor in there somewhere.

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