But it is a brave soul.
Yes, I went out in to 110 degree heat index. On a bike. (It was that, or just head on over to jail for what I was thinking.) As I was turning around to come home, I saw this down in the grass by a curb.
Here's another angle on this precursor to Friday's full moon.
No, I do not know who left the cigarette. I didn't even see it until just now when the upload finished.
I suppose a frog or something peed in that little patch of grass. There has certainly been insufficient rain to bring about a sprout. Maybe the yellow ones are just stronger. I doubt it, but it could be. Perhaps that yellow glow offsets the withering summer sun in which I stood to take this picture. If so, I didn't feel any of the redirected heat. Of course and as many will tell you, I'm not all that sensitive, especially when there's a mood going.