Dewlap

It’s in the 90s and we’ve been in an extreme drought for weeks now in central North Carolina. Flowering plants are dying all over the yard. The blueberry bushes are covered in shriveled berries, dried right on the branch. Even the birds won’t touch them. Leaves on the fig trees are yellowing and falling to the ground. Despite all this, spring bunnies have grown into teenagers. At night they chase each other around the chicken coop and raised beds. By day, anoles are everywhere but, somehow, I never see females. Every anole I see does push ups for me then displays his red pouch. Like a flower.