Overheated

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I walk around barefoot in the late afternoon, almost before sunset on the scorched grass.
Admiring who got into a fight with the sun rays last days, vast majority of plants.

Aronia berries have found shelter behind the leaves, partly teasing the sun. Excessively high temperatures pose a great danger to certain crops that are grown in these areas. Without additional irrigation, the chances of yield are slim.

This group of nappy grass is forced to bask in the sun all day. This type of grass is wonderful for backlit photography, it looks magical.
When in color, golden brownish, possibly perfect home detail.

Across the garden Accacia, it sways slightly in the wind as if cooling down, projecting shadow dance. The still green leaves on the tree indicate that the strong rays of the sun do not bother it, yet, until it turns suddenly yellow.

Scorched waiting for the wind to blow the seeds off, more to come, at the same time it's a bit sad watching all those plants dying of thirst.
We had no proper rain in a while, looks like no one had it.

Lucky spoiled parsley, living in the garden, carefree freshly watered sometimes even twice a day.

Rumex patientia, ready to explode, is the only plant whose leaves resisted despite the drought. The seeds are also medicinal, spotted some are selling seeds. Has anyone ever used it?

For me, lying on the grass is cooling, the sky is clear for days, and only a few scattered clouds burst in.
I'm trying to catch the swallows in flight, but they are too fast and I can feel sun rays burning my face already.

Above my head white dicotyledon, stretching its white flowers.

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Thank you monochromes@monochromes, this is my entry for the #monomad challenge, and thank you all for your time and interest in what I do.

Overheated | Ecency