Heat wave. My car was in the shop and I walked to pick it up, stopping at the bank and post office along the way. I decided to pretend I was walking to the beach--the air heavy and humid, the occasional breeze, pretending I could hear the gulls and smell the sea air.
Extra water for the flowers today. Above are trumpet vines I planted along the side of our detached garage, which has a room above it (currently occupied by one of my college-age sons). It took them three years to bloom and they are marvelous.
This is the first time I've lived in an air-conditioned house. Today I was happy to have it, although I am always glad to step out into the fresh air.
I spent a lot of time at my desk,
and nearby chair,
with things I like to look at close by. (The print on the chair is ladybugs.)
In the late evening I went out on the deck to read, and stayed until well after dark. That's one of my favorite summer rituals. The temperature dropped, the sounds and smells changed with the fading light, and the busyness of the day calmed.