28°C (82.4°F) A day of heat, a day of sun. A day made for siestas and lemonade and quiet conversation, because any more would be too much. In the shade of wild grapes I glaze over.
A cardinal flickers like flame through the cool green shadows of an ash tree. An enormous bumblebee stuffs himself into fat blossoms of a snapdragon.
It’s a day of fantastic dreams, of golden cities and idle wealth, of ripe tomatoes and overripe raspberries – of watermelons, if you’re lucky.