I was up, briefly, at 3am, and I saw the full moon, high and bright, a white brass button in the sky.
This afternoon it got up to 85 degrees! Hot and dry, with nothing but a fitful sunshower before it’s supposed to cool off dramatically tonight: highs in the 50s and lows in the 30s for the rest of the week. The cool spot in the yard was under the russet crown (in the original "red" sense) of our chokecherry tree – intimate, sweet – a whispered breath across your cheek.
I’m still plugging away at the wood-chip pile in the driveway – two hours more today. I think I’ll have it licked (FINALLY) the next timeI go at it. I enjoy, philosophically, the process of whittling down a huge job one small wheelbarrow – one spadeful – at a time. Patience, persistence and time can accomplish more, better, than anything else I know. And more than that, the pace feels right. It gives me time to think, to reflect, while I work.
By 7:30pm (watering my recent transplants), I feel a chill in the air again.