Worried about the lawn and making wickets.

As the great southeastern U.S. drought continues, the front lawn suffers. The great "browning" of the once lush carpet affects not only the aesthetics of my humble abode, but the croquet playing as well. I fear the day will come-lest the sprinklers can save it-that the deteriorating condition of the grass will make it more difficult to wring a victory out of Wilder, Ridgeway and Reid. The excuse making might become epidemic.

So, I'm watering...and it actually rained some in the last few days which alleviated things a good bit; but over two years of Arizona type weather can't be overcome by a garden hose and a thunderstorm. The dead spots make the track bumpy, which makes it more difficult to send the aforementioned opponent's balls into the stratosphere. Pity that.