A day of rest for tightening muscles. For all the lack of rain, most of the yard seems ok – even the new asparagus seedlings. I hate to complain about our weather – it’s hot and dry, but not extreme, and people elsewhere have it much worse, with record heat or record rains, and loss of life.
Still, I miss the vitality of early summer. Instead of growing, we seem to be slowly drying up. What it really means is that I’m looking in the wrong place: grasshoppers and other insects (but not mosquitoes!) are thriving; and the smells of wildflowers are overtaken by the sweet, nutty smells of drying grass.