Here in northeast Illinois about 30 miles from Lake Michigan and six miles from the Wisconsin line.
The evidence of the drought are still here in patches of still-dead grass, and for me especially over the septic field lines that has been filled out quite well by the crabgrass which thrived. Lots of crabgrass all over.
Poor crabapple trees have lost most of their leaves (I have five of them) and honeylocusts (4) are starting to turn yellow in places. Even a few fall colors on the maples and Bradford pears. The pines have dropped lots of needles.
About half of the 100-150 black-eyed susans still blooming, but most of the 100 purple coneflowers have lost their flowers. A whole lot of the mums are dead, but a whole lot are still alive. Best not bump into any of the goldenrod as they are blooming and covered with stingers. Glads are now blooming.
Most of the ferns are dead in the arboretum and some of the hostas are even dead and others with dead leaves.
We had rain Saturday, thankfully. Foggy outside right now. Didn't have to cut the grass for five weeks back in July. Cut three times in August, but didn't need to last week.
It Was A Rough One This Summer. --RoadDog
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