Wow. We just had a much anticipated thunderstorm, with lightning cracks and ferocious downpour; we spent the long, heavy, breathless day waiting for it, finally at 4.15 it hit, and five minutes later, the sun is out, the drops are trickling, there’s a swimming pool at a low spot in my yard, and it’s nearly over. The birds hid for five minutes and are out at the feeder again. That’s what we do for excitement in the city in summer – wait for the storm.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much