Those are coffee grinds. They are spread all over my patio to dry in the sun. The kind people at Starbucks have been giving me their leftovers so that the 400 cub scouts in our district day camp can make dinosaur fossils with me next week. My car, my yard, and my house smell like coffee.
At least it's good coffee.
And at least I finally got a sunny day with no rain.
My husband ran out to rescue all my coffee the other day when a sudden storm caught us off-guard. Not a pretty sight!