These oak leaves are on our road. They are not a fancy variegated type. They're just plain dusty.
Everything is dusty. The grass is dusty. The gardens are dusty. The cars are dusty. The porch is dusty. The house is dusty. The trees are dusty. The dirt is dusty.
These are the conditions that produced the Dust Bowl of the 1920s. Regularly disturbed soil and hot dry weather. The county comes by to grade our road a few times a year - to get the potholes out of it and to smooth out the washboards. They dump more gravel if need be. Sometimes they make it better, sometimes they just rearrange the mess. Always, they make more dust.
