I think the reason the grass is wet in the morningtime is because the fairies are sweating, as it has been above unbelievable hot in the Big Piney Woods. The trees are all crackling and dry and sigh in the wind. The dust kicks up on the road and the birds are coughing and hacking. Momma's fowlers are wilty and sad looking. I go into Hemlock Haven (behind me) or under the deck to keep cool.